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in what sureness holds wife hands?

 

My most mundane love,

fresh in a moment

i felt your shoulders

between my fingers

the fascia binding

my soul to yours.

 

when took me

yours beneath

a smallest gable

of artificial flowering:

 

(in a peach dress

very pregnant;

i kissed the

last person).

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Dec 6, 2021
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