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2d
you kissed the back of my neck
i grazed the divets in your palm--
doughy with cold sweat in a white t-shirt

you asked me to tell you
what i want
using only one word--

you...us.

thick scent of incandescent light
escaped me to intoxicate you again--
it was a bad dream because it wasn't real
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  F/mi
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