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May 17, 2010

By Marlyre, Kalamazoo, MI

fingers crawl towards the idea
outstretched to an entity which could give
pleasure
but doesn't
wrists follow behind, open to reality's
swift slit
instead of a comforting grasp
ultimatley,
my ribcage extends
to its fullest potential
leaving ample room
for meandering hands
to travel towards my
heart and cradle
every palpitation
rejuvenating my pulse
from flailing on syncapation
now
living on the backbeat
I can relax in the
arms of
sweet palpable
possibilities.



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