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May 2014
I loved the feel of your name on my tongue:

Rolling out of my chest, my lungs
Long for it.

Falling out of my teeth, leaving my mouth,
My warm breath carries it
away from the bleeding heart.

My fingers type your name ashamed.
They will never feel it my skin again.
The wind floats it from my sight,
As you take her hand.
La multi ani, pisico.
Thenay Cora
Written by
Thenay Cora  Romania
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