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Poem

open me
 truthfully
         yes           i know                                     (i have your legs)

                                                                   poetry

   

                                                       love

              his eyes were blue
              he was merely skin and bones. Large hands
              he slept in my bed. I slept in his arms
              he cut into me
              the fear came out in words

remains  
              at least 23 different trajectories
              were identified

 

roots grow here.intervening spaces are filled.

 

              evidence.
              pieces.fracture.heart.

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