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Jul 2013
cold hands touch lips,
slip down a neck and fade into collar bones,
and completely sink below a ribcage,
and come back out alive,
along sharp hip bones,
still just as cold,
and still moving downwards,
but they warm up once they
                  reach their destination.
Written by
L  27/F/Boston
(27/F/Boston)   
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   Kaeli Hearn
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