Through the
pale glass on the
shelf I
want to trace
my finger along you
searing this shape
into red wine
That fire
on your crisp shoulders
is all
and all
I will decide to tell
them about when
you send me
back home,
multiplied.
my subscription to
promises
has just
run out.















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