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indigo-mouse

Published: Apr 22, 2013

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Literature Text

tell me
the new thing

like sweet fruit and charcoal

like starlight and the skin between your fingers

tell me
the forbidden thing
that will unmake my being

then wash me up on your fresh shores
with the thing that is morning love

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