XXXIV

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Words

true words

you speak

fluidly

pass through me

attaching to my heart

an accessory

a hold


Dusted off from gold

you stand in front of me

holding my hand


I'd give anything

to be closer

hear your heart

beating

through the fabric

underneath

the soft warmth of your skin.


-in the time it hurts



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