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Stitches
Stitching your skin
pulls the wound together
Snapping strings with my teeth
taste of blood
bite the wound
(fill it with salt)
You go quietly into the ocean,
leaving your heart
on the slick rocks.
We throw the flames.
Eternal grace.
pulls the wound together
Snapping strings with my teeth
taste of blood
bite the wound
(fill it with salt)
You go quietly into the ocean,
leaving your heart
on the slick rocks.
We throw the flames.
Eternal grace.
Published 30th Sep 2012
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