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wring me,
colored plasticine
marbled fractals in my veins
til im indistinguishable
from the grey we sought to escape
every time you touch me i get smaller
morphine musicians' hoarders' holler
caught in a fever dream
and i swear that I was falling sand
too fine to catch between your palms
as we played on ligaments in neverland
"don't let me go--"
gasping and blue,
holding fast ...
Thursday 7th December 2017 10:20 pm
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