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Lust for love
her blanket tangible.
You float empty
untouchable, reachable, full.
Blend in, believe
paint your mystery.
Repair your destruction.
Run as wrinkles contort,
to understand ambivalence interrupted.
Cold among the blankets
friends among the terrified.
A self-indulgent autumn.
~Mal
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