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sometimes I sweat so much
when I’m with you
that I have to close my eyes.
the salt rushes in, leaves them
red and thumping like cherries,
like hearts, like songs I have
and want to give to you.
there are things in the air
that are meant to be seen.
there is a white light
in this room
praying to be let out.
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