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August 19, 2017

August 19, 2017

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the whisper of your voice
the trail of a hand
trace the lines across my chest
abdomen
heart
parallels meet perpendiculars
drawn and crossed
hardened and softened
opened and closed
markings become maps
sewn so tightly shut
now opened
gaping
raw
rising
falling
breathing
lines
drawn
cut
created
symbol above word
opened roads
straight
to
my
pulse
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