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Upheaval


My
breath
shudders under
a blanket of seclusion ,
a hypnotic heart cuddles
against such recollections
of intimacy and not of
farewells, loathing to scatter
the red hot rhymes of your lips,
and also the glow of its
sweat…tastes like red wine,
at that point it beats…and beats
delicately, as it imagines
you, in an early
misty
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