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Aug 02, 2009 13:10

your hands map out
the rolling foothills
of my
rib cage
the mountains
of my
vertebrae
your teeth
leave trail
markers on my
lip

i want to go
cliff-jumping
from your jawline
land on your chest
and lay a while

onward, brave
young traveler;
i won't give the map
to anyone
but you
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