open me
         yes           i know                                     (i have your legs)




              his eyes were blue
              he was merely skin and bones. Large hands
              he slept in my bed. I slept in his arms
              he cut into me
              the fear came out in words

              at least 23 different trajectories
              were identified


roots grow here.intervening spaces are filled.



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