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Nov 3
waiting in full light
for the vibrant rays to sink their caresses
into the white of the bone,
into the tender flesh.

between the nerves, overlapping one another.
where there's nothing more than empty spaces.

I let the golden burnt Thought fall from my hands,
drying up of every heartbeat felt
in the warm October Harvest
Chiara
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Chiara
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     Arthur Vaso, Jill and Luz
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