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Contortions

Contortions

(God these beds are small)

Wrapping limb
around
  Limb
Around
  Limb

As you stroke
I feel
The pain
                      t
                    a
                    o
                  l
                  f

Away

(Absorbed into you, perhaps?)

Memories trapped



Deep

Within
Come bubbling to the surface
Within seconds

Your eyes ensnare

(Medusa could take lessons from you)

And then
Sleep

And the day begins anew.

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