November 30, 2009
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laying here
in the hole in his chest
the only place
i can rest.

hot summer air
meets warm shore breeze
sand cushions
beneath us.

sun seeps through
pigmented skin
my head rests
in the hole in his chest.

the crater
i have grown to love
sleep peacefully
summer fling.

soon we'll come to an end
you wont seem to care
my head no longer rests
in the hole in his chest.

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