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12:09 am

i want to fit you

not just in obvious ways

but in so many indentions

bone of my bone

flesh of my flesh

to remember you, it's my own body i touch

the physical memory

blunders through the doors the mind has tried to seal

the bloody key that unlocks pain

the mind says forget, body howls

may the bolts of your collar bone

undo me

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