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Eden.
behold, ancient dawn
for hours, your arm beneath her head
is numb but you’ve only ever wanted this.
palms spread outward, capturing the magic that is her breath
she’s been asleep for hours, but that doesn’t matter.
one of you is always in hell
while the other is just inches
from Eden.
for hours, your arm beneath her head
is numb but you’ve only ever wanted this.
palms spread outward, capturing the magic that is her breath
she’s been asleep for hours, but that doesn’t matter.
one of you is always in hell
while the other is just inches
from Eden.
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