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clutching

i can see the muscles strain on your

back when you lay alongside me, they

look like rib cages and i lay there too

and envisage that when you sleep i could

reach in as a spirit and seize your heart

and feel it pulsing in my palm.

it would tickle my fingertips and

send waves up my arms to my brain and

my backbone would quiver, overpowered

with ache. i would inhale deeply making

your heart in sync with my notions

i would be able to control the flow of

your blood, i could smother it and

clutch it so tight that it swells. i would imagine

that it inflated so because you were dreaming

of me clutching your heart.

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chloe
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Jun 20, 2010
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