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hand at my throat

after the stormplastic chairshalf the yard greenhalf brown and stale staring into each otherwhile tears fellfrom somewhere deeper than us goodbyeagainagainagainstill continuing laying next to youuncertain where our clothes werecertain only of this your hand around my bellythe other slight at my throatspooning like I was built around you in bed we playedlike nothing was breaking you looked up at mewhile I held your … Read More hand at my throat