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when i held you i
traced your ribs with my heavy rough
hands feeling arches of
bone and thin
skin.

felt the cupped matching
blades of your back and i
breathed on your
neck.

(there is a little girl and she
lives in this house. breathing and
smiling behind the thick
glass of her
frame.)

i want her back i want i want her
back with your
hair in my
mouth.