We lay synchronized
like holes like air, we were nestled against the vertebrae, smooth on the brush of my face blush- ing and hot and embarrassed in your sound sleeping and the care- free throw of your arm, like it didn’t matter that I could bend the delicate hairs like golden bows like bridges like sunshine like a simile, and blow them over with just a rainy breath |
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