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Jul 2013
I curled up in the curve of your pelvic bone. It felt like soot-filled chimneys and water-warped floorboards.

I compared our fingers. They both resembled willow branches as they brushed together.

I climbed to your ear and I caved inwards so you could hear the ocean in my frame singing to you.
Ella Snyder
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   ---, Tien - Tim and Emily Tyler
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