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sharp teeth on your shoulders, knife slices through nails.
fantasy fears, we couldn't breathe.
the strands that will not stay behind your ears.
freckle, fat and bitten hips.
floorboard dirt rubbed to my feet.
body heat, all of it.
I lay holding you to fall asleep.



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