cyanotic

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  • An Offering

    He swallows the teeth
    I deposit beneath his pillow:
    secrets plied from my tissue.

    In this act we measure love:

    a brittle moment of discomfort
    before they settle in the stomach
    to be dissolved into his blood.


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