Small by Ruth Boon

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Jun 2013

Small

I woke with his taste,
my fingers missed his skin,
and my mouth missed his face,
and in the pit of my torso I felt the weight,
the absence,
my hollow fate

Written by

Ruth Boon Hong Kong

(Hong Kong)

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