Things, things, things.
poetry by Caitlin Diamond
Sunday, June 17, 2012
(brief)
it was a brief encounter
her teeth, my
collar
the space between
us, fading
into something grayish-blue
and insignificant
following the lines
we made
along the creasing
sheets
(composed in 60 seconds at
oneword.com
)
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