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Jul 2013
We lay gasping for air
Speaking with breathless whispers
I can feel your warmth against my skin

I find the place to lay my head
The place where our necks fit together like puzzle pieces
And our freckles align like constellations

Bodies intertwined like tangled wires
Seemingly impossible to separate
Because they are lost in one another

Our tired figures rest still but busy minds run constant
We sink into the sheets
Forever drowning in this momentary euphoria.
Danielle Shorr
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Danielle Shorr  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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