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May 2014
Skim reading
Your skin
Reading
My lips

In this house
I am suffocated
Could not have been more glad
For you to take away what little air
Was left in my lungs

Clamp me down
With the lightest brush of your lips
You retract
I remain pinned in place.
Ruby Cushla
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Ruby Cushla
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