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sweat;
strange and red
slipping against
hands my hips my thighs
on my neck
warm pulsing hands as i try to sleep
blood clots and hot spots
the purr in my lungs
the singing in my arm
feels amorphous;
like opening a jar
and not spilling a drop
Published 15th Aug 2017
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