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Nov 2020
My shredded fingers find their rest
lying in the depressions of your ribs.
You used to be the insomniac,
but now you sleep through two hours
of my tracing, sliding, & finally lying
at home, my love, in you.
Brittany Chalmers
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Brittany Chalmers  25/F
(25/F)   
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