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press me into a poem with
your weight, love: create
end stops where i least expect;
split me with stanzas if i linger
too long in any one room when
there’s a palace of you to explore.
teach me how to enjamb breath;
take it from my willing mouth and
into yours continually. we’ll name
these sheets with the scent of us.
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