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At first He didn’t Know How His words Cinched Tight around Her throat, Extracted Air From her lungs Slowly Until She was taut And vacant. But then He learned Words As Weapons He found He couldn’t Help But wield.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
Things Spoken
It’s offhand, The comment That first stills Her heart Then sends it Tumbling Her breath Attempting traction Attempting grip. And he knows She lies When she answers “Fine.”
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
Tumbling