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Sunday, October 25, 2009

love, love, love (everyone)


i held my limbs together in the shower, suction cups and my sides
i held your hand under a blanket on a saturday morning
i held a child in my arms and wondered, what if this was mine? My mom would wrinkle and cry and hug me like in the movies, and i'd lie helplessly in my starch bed sheets, all hair and sweat and heaving.
i held you in such a high regard, but now i see that was silly.
i held my breath under water for exactly 30.50 seconds, because i 'have tiny baby lungs' says my dad

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