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So many letters
and not enough words
These cascading feelings
burn
Your nails on my skin
have carved out a new heart
sinew and muscle
suspending this
anvil
that was chiseled by bone
and shaped with resolve
Forgive me if I miss
the weight
but I had
waited
ages for you
I’d gotten used to
being crushed
pages and hours
and shredded petals
from flowers ungiven
but pressed between glass
Will you take them from me?
Will you carry these at last
and inhale?

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