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Racquel Tio Jun 2016
your hand held my throat like a flower
and my thorns disappeared.
intimacy cradled us in a way i never knew
a gentle touch teaching me
you belong to the earth,
I owe my efflorescence to you.
chryselle g Jul 2013
you traced the lines on
my palm not knowing
they were thigmotropic

crawled up around
your fingers and tied
themselves into a ribbon
so you won’t forget

(i hope letting me fall
asleep in your bed is
something you don’t regret)

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