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grasping hands like if they let go everything would just end
children skipping-lou side by side
mother stuck in the middle

father where are you,
brother are you in trouble?
you, bright but complicated
we need to share these moments:

remember running in the sand,
and the grass stains on blue jeans
digging holes
scraping shins?

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voices with authority
usually that kind of shit pisses me off
but with you; it makes me descend into love
dive into lust
into shallow seas
i really want to touch you
you're so close
shivers away
slivers
a thread
just pull and we're connected