The sadness of the ending credits,
rolls between the tongues of your lovers.
My written words,
curl in thick smoke amid the protruding bones of another.
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For you,
My neglected imposition
Taught young to judge the lines of bodies
Grew without the needs of others.
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How fast do the hours approach?
With your fingers laced around a foreigner
Clinging to the possibility of rapture.
Do the minutes slip or crawl past the whites of your eyes?
...
In a glance of heat swollen eyes, along the bones of your shoulder
You found the image of his mouth on someone he loved
Moving in sync to the loud rhythms of young bodies aching around you.
You smiled quiet, in recognition.
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Let me drag memories into your skin
I would push deep, like nails in the soles of your feet.
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