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Jul 2013
When these bodies are lain
under the ground,
I will still remember
the lines on your palms,
the smell of your hair
and the marks on your skin.

With no attention to time,
we no longer have to wait
for the night.
We no longer have to wait
for our moments.

The pattern of your body
is just as beautiful
and just as real.
August 22, 2012
Linnea Wilson
Written by
Linnea Wilson  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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   Jai Rho
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