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Coming from Inside
she carries this
long string of hearts
beards, teeth, chins
promises of love
of rain, of sun, of moons
she sat under yearning
her eyes stare
at my breast moving
we have tangled ourselves together
just for kicks
on this high horse
jumping this dangerous fence
her thin arms remembering his
last taste of her
she grins and then
begins the climb downwards
to where I am standing.
© Harley
Harley
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