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Feb 2014
You have seeped into my veins
An intravenous drip of affection
Conjured into this darkness and
Coursing through my bloodstream.

My valves twitch obediently;
There is nothing natural about this affair
Where you rest your tired head on
The wells of my body.
My collarbones greet you with great
Uncertainty
jane doe
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jane doe
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