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— 4.10
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2008-10-14 05:15:45 +0000 UTC
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his hand enclosed
and crushed her bones
until she realised
she was not alone
his fingers traced
her cardboard cheek
and circled her mouth
so she could not speak
then along the lining
of her throat
a careful letter
he slowely wrote
and every word
would surge and swell
until down into
her stomach they fell
here they would float
whisper then shout
until she could finally
breath them back out
them they would settle
in the palm of his hand
and slip through his fingertips
as fragments of sand
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