Now

2013-03-28 | 1:53 a.m.

You make me
Second guess myself
You remind me
Of all the curtailed
Contingency
The way I abstract
When fingers slip
The backs of those
Who turned solemnly away
Who turned me inexistent
You make me want
This breathe of absence
To kneel and build
My bones and blood
Solitary and strong
But then where
Your hands are
That's where my body
Becomes

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