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The nights you read from Keats
Undressed and on my knees
Calling upon divinity
Swallowing your words rhythmically
I tremble beneath your unrepentant words
Your hand wrapped neatly in my hair
All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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