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Nov 2020
resist me
i see your breath,
cold calling,
i must confess,
it’s shivering.

a pale dew,
from your lips,
thirty-two,
and falling.

looking back,
i’m painted blue,
your exhale
was resisting.
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       beth fwoah dream, Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe, Weeping willow, Naceur Ben Mesbah, Shubhankar Mathur and 3 others
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