Grey’s Binge Poem

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Gently
skin fuses to
skin over clothes
halved bodies made for this
moment

inside we’re blown apart
blood surges wild pushes
ribs to part and our viens
mingle confused and tangled

As we disappear
Around each other
in a moment.

It is sweet

Torture.

To be filled so
After every hello

After every good bye.

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