hold me tight
suffocate me with your affection
just a little longer
i'm fine-feeling empty
hold me close for just a little longer
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(i cling to your-anyone's-affection like mold on dirt and cobwebs on corners. i'm nothing but dust collecting on windowsills.)
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FLAWED MOTION (a writing collection)
Poesía"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry
