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Intimated identity

A Poem

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

Flies through candlelight
the inherent designation of a love
lands on masticated
shoulders, bearing out the wind
and other ill breathing

Hand to the head
penis to the heart
ass to the fingers and
you leave out every door
when you’ve
without a forwarding address



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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas