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i feel my arms drop at this time.
i look for listening, and listen for looks but nothing comes vomiting up
i need communication, but i cant use a phone. or a boat. or a plane. or my tounge.
drawless. breathless. backless. i wait.
somehow i feel weighted bodies hovering me, but there is nothing to see. Just "BITCH" in huge letters over my bed. Just " BITCH"
i remember the last hug and kiss, like there were never fleeting.
like they sewed their way into my eyebrows so that i would be raised and opened at the thought of you.
and carefully, carefully now...i tip toe
as if someone is home.
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