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Feb 2011
the break rolls in
your fingertips white with selfish memories

fabricated smiles after dark
time pours faster
the embers cling to balconies and bedposts

stepping gently from another unwelcome sunrise
we sink into a soft inevitable blindness
****** into abandon
to await the slow bitter collapse

savor these polemic kisses
we have already died a few times
just to feel alive
Written by
A Renee
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