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words preserved returned burned

words you had spoken
are remembered unexpectedly in this bed
with her
as i stain new sheets
as she convulses
thigh pressed hard against thigh
words you had spoken
are a necklace
i taste her
the necklace breaks
(it was a cheap chain)
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