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Mar 2014
these repetitions
the sound of my voice reverberating back
sometimes it feels like I haven’t spoken at all
because the static that kisses my words feels unreal

i crave the way you move as my fingers write novels across your ribs
the quiet hush of skin against skin
whispering
safetysafetysafety
whispering
home
2013.
lazarus
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lazarus  29/near the sea
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