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9:13 pm

like the crows of the night

i spread my wings, removed my feathers

and revealed my scars

expecting

a cold and distant face

a hollow, dusty cheek

instead

you blanket me in your heavy touch

gentle whispers of rekindled songs

lip of lullabies

gaze of galaxies

honeydew skin

and anectode kiss

you have taught me how it feels

to be enough

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