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Here is the breath. And here are the marks left behind by bandages. Here is where I paint your face on each shoulder blade. I make them meet each other, you kiss yourself. Here are the points of silence trapped between fingertips, toes, the chin and chest. Here are the secrets kept in the small of my back.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
Vessel Vestige
Here is the breath. And here are the marks left behind by bandages. Here is where I paint your face on each shoulder blade. I make them meet each other, you kiss yourself. Here are the points of silence trapped between fingertips, toes, the chin and chest. Here are the secrets kept in the small of my back.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
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