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  • I have saved you for a lifetime
    pressed the smell of your neck
    your liquored kiss your cheek
    into a book I don't dare open
    slid your smile into sleeves
    of records too scratched to play
    tucked your arms into pockets
    of coats I don't wear swept
    your memory under carpets
    I don't pull up into crevices
    of nooks too small to find you
    ground you into the dust of dust

    it is the bitter work of wind
    to slam you across the galaxy
    shove me back on the ballroom floor
    I polish the marbles in my mouth for you.
    I hold my breath till noon and carve
    the perfect words that once I used
    to stutter but now say smooth
    when I take you in the car my bed
    my back pocket my mouth hide you
    under my tongue where you
    won't melt swallow the lump
    of you over and over again
    choke you down where you
    can stay unuttered, undead
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