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Jan 2014
hello i love you the way
you are not.

i love the way you(let's)
become painful
to touch.

to fingers,
fold beneath
like the edges
of a knife are to fold

into my flesh
crimsonsome
and welling of(roses).
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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