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tender tendrils of affection find their way back to wrap around my fingers, some remnant of last december when we were knocking teeth and locking limbs. notion clocking in: if i hold this feeling up to the light, will i see it as counterfeit or genuine? how precarious, i pop bubbles without knowing whether more will blow downwind to my anxious hands reaching up to make them mine and losing them in palm-touch time.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
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