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Soma	Tie me to them. I feel your warmth Flesh against flesh My hair prickles against the slow breeze of the box fan in the window. You trace your fingers down my chin, my sternum, To my navel then you laugh "What if I just left you?" Somewhere outside a dog barks. The evening sunlight is leaking in through the blinds. I can see the wetness of your lips as you grin. I'm not sure if you mean tied to the bed, Or the relationship But then again, I don't think you know either. Things are never what they seem with you.	201011
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unhinged	my earliest memories of religion the vivid depictions of the stations of the cross in my grandma's catholic church small wrought iron versions hanging above every bed in the house my mother wanted to hang one above my bed i was young probably not even in school i_cried and cried no_no i didn't want that poor tortured man hanging above me while i slept what about this? my mother dangled a catholic rosary in front of my face can we put this on the bed post? it will protect you while you sleep a slavic dreamcatcher she wanted to put it in too prominent a spot, the front bed post near where i rested my head i started to fuss again ok ok how about over here? on the far bed post pushed up against the corner of my room i clung to the edge of the bed in my sleep was sure there were monsters under my bed now i count rosaries to my goddess white_tara green_tara red_tara	201011

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