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Sep 2014
Soothing were
the words that fell
from your wet tongue.

They fell into my mouth
caressing my lips
before clawing their way
into my lungs
and poisoning the oxygen in me
like knives touch
Written by
Dante  26/Non-binary/Connecticut
   Erenn, Amanda Goodness and Rose
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