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Jul 2014
shut eyes
knuckles
scraped
and white

greyness
and the  mist
of a fine
rain

your cool fingers
as you
apologize
cupping
my chin

a hand
against my heart

numb
and listless
my fingers
have no
way
of identifying me

my imprint
on your soul
is only ink
dark
leaking

fading
eventually

hide you anger
share
your anger
kiss me
the way you do
when you need to forget

hold my head
under
floating rose petals

burn
me
with your
scalding words
as i pretend
to hear

my heart
screams
for me to stop

my heart
my heart

touch me again
and i will have none
pluie d'été
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