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2.18.07
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Flat Stars
my idle hands
are shaking
and are coated
with thin sheets of
luminous skin
i easily prick my fingertips
on the edged corners of your walls
beneath the stars on your ceiling
in cropped circles hanging flat
i reach up to touch your face
my palms itchy and cold
gently glide along your cheeks
and tease your simple smile
i am wretched
i am cruel
i keep you in suspense
as my eyes travel along your expression
you can't read my thoughts
slowly i close the distance
between us
blending our stretched out shadows
my lips barely grazing yours
hold me tightly
and never let me go
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