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Aperture

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Published: Sep 16, 2015

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There is a hole in
my chest where you used to
bury your head
when I move
in to kiss your neck--
softly breathing, girl
at rest, I watched in
every nights, unslept.

I think maybe,
maybe--

but every morning,
you heave.

_{Then I
look, try
and find you
in the imprints
you've made--
in the sheets
that you've laid;

your warmth barely
stays there.}
--

I am gagging over my sappiness goddamn

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wonderful cadence to this. a nice read.