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{your apartment in el cajon} amanda oaks where our romance became historic, where marrow divided from bone, vertical blinds slicing our bodies into cryptic fractions, parts of a whole coiled in cotton sheets, our eyes they slept, holding secrets like trapdoors & if thirty ears could've heard the sighs that slipped from my mouth every time your lips split on my skin or witnessed when your complexion was up against mine they might have understood why i was almost three thousand miles away from home |
