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Poetry
Let the thoughts
that haunt us
become flesh
and touch
these pages for
my memories have faded with time, becoming dreams, shadowy phantasms, of what might and could have been. So I write.
Welcome, dreamwalkers.
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Let me kiss the earth of your hand and plant my scent on trembling lands numb with flashing hunger for thumbs to circle my nipples, for palms to carry my breasts like they were vessels for cupping memory while waiting for the sighs of rain
