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Oct 2014
hands pulled across
hard
hungry denim.

propelled by night
consumed in street
lamp fire.

in this cotton fort
you are safe.
I am ****** meat
fed to your wolves.
absorbed in your skin
quenched by your origin

the sun
is the enemy.
touch me now
while only we
exist
inspired by the Patti Smith song, Because the Night.
Patrick H
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Patrick H
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     ---, Anand and Patrick H
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