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I see why love is red.
I can’t tell you.
But last night, you entered my chest
for play, some kind of game, like ‘Operation’
and then I couldn’t sleep
I jolted – shivered – jerked – quirked,
now my eyes don’t close
and my body is a pulse,
you tiptoed across my ribcage,
leaving foot prints enlaced by landmines,
you slept on my lungs,
short wired my arteries,
you clipped the circuits of my ...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 2:10 am
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