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my latest wounds
my latest
wounds
bleed
from her laughter,
in this
moonless night
with pastel tears,
these
overheated
too hot summer
nights
i sweat dreams,
golden mournings
reject
the darkness
as i have
been rejected,
each night
i am almost
missed
but never
called for.
wounds
bleed
from her laughter,
in this
moonless night
with pastel tears,
these
overheated
too hot summer
nights
i sweat dreams,
golden mournings
reject
the darkness
as i have
been rejected,
each night
i am almost
missed
but never
called for.
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