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Nov 2013
I'm okay
you know,
like this.
A matress by
the cold concrete foor
bareskinned
thin white fabric shredding
warmth
our legs laced
and
my fingers dancing
on your chest.
The sunlight makes it's
way throughout the closed windows
and I felt scared,
for myself.
Because I envy the sun,
whose rays touch you
in just a single wrap
while
there are still parts
of your body
I have not touched.
Addie Santos
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Addie Santos  With the quiet sea.
(With the quiet sea.)   
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