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Jul 2013
you traced the lines on
my palm not knowing
they were thigmotropic

crawled up around
your fingers and tied
themselves into a ribbon
so you won’t forget

(i hope letting me fall
asleep in your bed is
something you don’t regret)
chryselle g
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chryselle g
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     jude rigor, maybella snow and hkr
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