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Kiss Me Goodbye

Sleep came easy
when the cold lover kissed me goodnight
wrapped my limbs in invisible blankets
a tourniquet for the purgatory moments
where flesh and blood meet no more.
I dance quickly in my dream.
My feet, a stolen quickening of rhythmic beats
reserved for historic events and
flirtatious movements in a solitary full length reflection.
I am his, and he is mine
and forever we shall be linked
to a scythe, a hooded figure
and a kiss
where sleep came easily.

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