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7.11

What in me

needs you

to see it?

 

The means to an end,

I mean, same old wiles

to increase proximity.

 

So many animals, insects

on autopilot, barreling

down a single route.

 

A beautiful map inside,

egging them on // Blood rising

to the cheek, a look gone warm.

 

It’s not that I want

to have you–no, only

to ever move you to me.


Posted 07/11/18
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