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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He never left for long, his footprints left marks all across my kitchen floor and I slipped over the waning of November, sometimes, as my hands scarred themselves, the empty callouses the left over burns that scalded the sides of dingy porcelain bathtubs when nighttime reaches out shadows that never resemble me. Doors are left ajar when the singing stops for the moments that silence invades, alabaster handles that scream of fingers that fumble for too long against locks and reason, but I love him, you see, and I drowned my heartbeat... softer, still... to hear him b l i n k butterfly wings that recreated May all over my December lips and we lost lashes, wishes fell to nowhere, I never blew my secrets through the air we breathed... but he was back before too long, you know, erasing the chill from all our floors. I lay my head on his chest when nighttime refused to leave me, his skin a map to places I would never discover, the mystery of perfection lay beneath my fingerprints a secret I could never grasp, my hair fell to everywhere all over him and he never felt the teardrops that seasons bring so I curled and breathed myself exactly above him in the hopes that sunrise may shadow me... but he was there, you see, softer, even... than the kisses that rewrite themselves in the fear of losing spring... he was there... but I had dreamed our wishes with my silence, never breathing, for far too long.
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