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Dec 2014
i could draw each line on your skin from memory

but as i breathe in your scent

i know that’s all we’ve become

my heartbeats out morris code for goodbye

and i try to escape into your arms

but time isn’t something from which you get to hide
Victoria Anne Noel Shinkle
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