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tortoise shells upended  
suspended on strings    
in your rooms    
with its neon green seams    
smelling of camphor and lilac    
books with broken spines    
and pentagrams etched      
in your table    
no words to break our kiss    
your reach dreamed long    
before reaching      
beneath my dress    
bound figurines by the bed    
and candles spoked    
in a circle    
flickered the licking