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Jul 3
Slow burn of intimacy in a cold
room feeling breath of Fahrenheit
rising, reflecting the silence
listening to the soul dripping
the marrow of the cheekbones,
locked in rhythm, beneath
the stone of unspoken words
Written by
Adagio
48
     Chips and Jay Jelly
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