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Drinking the Storm
Thursday, 19 July 2012
the way down
puncture this.
peel back the lashes of my eyes,
carve clean the lines of my bones
as i lay back in ectasy,
fingers crossed, hoping
that in the end you'll drain me
free of all my tears.
i hope it hurts
on the way down.
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