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The Wrong Door

in poetry •  6 years ago  (edited)

As her stomach and chest rise and fall with breathe and the beat beat beat of a marathoner slapping the pavement rocking and riding North Pole TIL she drops.I sync up my breathing and motion to the
“rhythm of her ❤️ passion.”

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