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Sep 2013
Did you hear that?
It was the sound
of footsteps
over glass arteries
and porcelain veins,
where the chambers
meet for inhalation,
and the
walls are never thin.

A pulse
becomes a quiver
as they fade into the distance.
Kairee F
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Kairee F
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