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Jul 2
My heart does not attach
(to what it cannot have)
my mind does not ask
(what it cannot know)
my body does not shake
(beneath your hips and thighs)
God presses into this room
God presses into this room
through the spaces in the blinds.
Abraham
Written by
Abraham  M/London
(M/London)   
89
     Aparna, Fawn and Imran Islam
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