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John Glenn Apr 2019
Her collarbone is a basin
And it reflects the stars
Twinkling in her eyes
When the liquid salt
Fills it to the brim
And drops like an irregular
Waterfall down a honeyed chin
i Dec 2014
and for the first time
this morning,
as i saw my unwanted
reflection in the mirror,
i saw you in my eyes,
on my lips, on my collarbone,
you were all over my face,
your smile shining in my pupils,
your face forever in my mind.

*oh god, what have you done to me?
i Mar 2014
that perfectly shaped bone,
i can see it right through
your tender and thin
skin,
it is visible when you
breathe and swallow
my taste,
my venom.

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