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Oct 2014
VI
i had a thing for legs
back in '06
the way the bones fit
inside the curvature of flesh
and bone, if i could fit
inside them
and seep within the marrow--

i'm kind of cookoo
but it's her fading warmth,
pallid breath, that last
little bit of life which
makes me whole
sleep well tonight,
i will always be watching
over you and from inside you
athene
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athene  where he can't find me
(where he can't find me)   
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