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Books

I felt it--

like books--

just a couple, 

maybe three--

falling off of a shelf inside of you. 

My eyes were closed, 

my whole body was vibrating from you

and I felt the contours of your face in the darkness. 

My hand has a memory that remembers

the softness of your skin

the strong bones underneath

the warmth of your face

the muscle contraction of contentedness an...

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