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Mar 2014
What a time to be alive.
I've felt your pulse
through your palms,
a vibrato lengthened
through your fingers as they
strum up the stem of my spine,
my bones a-clatter,
my flesh a-flutter-
a slight bloom in your
warm hands-
what a time to be
alive.
a time it was indeed
below your fingertips
Marie-Niege
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Marie-Niege
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