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you'll never actually get it

you’ll never get it swift words, shifting focus mechanically. digest and forget. arise, those weighty eyelids. caressing lips and read upon hips; “void all fondness”. yield to fall, fall- for a poet.

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meghan-mcdonald

Published: Nov 25, 2010
LinesWords: 1632

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