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A particle
After a particle,
An eyelash after an
Eyelash,
My tongue vibrating in silence:
I fling at you
From my body.
My fingers
Tied with your fingers,
My blue
Dissolved in your violet,
With lips that drink in
Your eyelids,
With ears that hide in
Your whisper --
What's left of me is your promise
That you exhale to my body
A particle after
A particle --
Your aura.
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