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You woke me up,
placed me in
small ribs
firm and strong.
Breathing in your breathy voice,
I grew, we were bound.

“Awake and alive
caught inside
your airy sound,
I don’t want to get out.”

Run fingers through
short black hair.
Put me to sleep.
Death Thought
far away,
no one else does that to me.

“Young and warm,
your arms,
they wrap around,
I don’t want to get out.”

“It's in the shape of your body around me.”
It's in the way that your dog crawls in between.
“The time we played guitar,
Rose City park,
we’re in it deep, it’s not a dream.”

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