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It’s in my blood.

Heat burgeoning
upon the surface,
exploding under skin,
like it’s running a race
through my insides,
and I can’t stop thinking–

of your face,
your lips,
your voice
walking around in my head,
going through all the locked drawers
and examining all the parts of me.

It’s in my blood,
this vision of you,
this empty silhouette
of who you might be.

You and all of this
is in my blood
and how do I stop myself
from bleeding?





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