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Anatomy Of Love
My white skull is filled with black ink.Letters about love so deep it changes the contours of my bone anatomy.The hillside of my cheekbones fill out with ur voice:echoing u r more beautiful than the rising tide.The fissures that closed when I was a baby crack a little and breath ur name---as if inside was a smoke room but u r air.
My fingers twitch to write about u but iam stiff:the joints filled with spilled love.
© A r s h i y a s h a i k
My fingers twitch to write about u but iam stiff:the joints filled with spilled love.
© A r s h i y a s h a i k
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