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Mar 18
poem 3 comments
Rubber Soul

Slices

As you fall into the tides of her sleeping
You play out the slices of pen on paper-
To kiss the scars beneath her hands
Is to put lips to ink
Ink to sheets
Sheets and scars to blend alike
And curve into letters
That you would send to her through her trance-
But she doesn't dream;
Rather, she traces her fingers through stars,
Her feet dipped in galaxies
As she drinks from the planets and moons around her head
In her celestial rest.
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Posted: 03.18.20
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  1. Graceful
    Mar 18, 2020

    Rubber Soul! I cannot express how much I love this poem. Everything about it just made want to read more. Amazing job!!

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  1. Rubber Soul
    Mar 18, 2020

    Thank you!

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  1. It's the cat
    Mar 23, 2020

    AAh this is really good. The imagery alone is beautiful

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