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there is man with a cave in his chest.
affection rumbles
and echoes inside of him.
I am lured into the dark.
it is black
and warm.
the smile on his lips
burns all the way down
to where I am sitting.
I watch
as his veins leap
with every word
that leaves my mouth.but does my blood
dance with his words?
the marrow in my bones stirs briefly,
but does it sway
like his hips against mine?-
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HR is human, a poet, a cart wheeler, a cappuccino connoisseur, lover of people, cats, piercings, and inked skin. She takes on life one day at a time.
