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Thursday, 12 May 2016
Hooked
I clasped your hands in mine, but
they pierced through mine
Pierced through mine
like a fishhook would a fish-
I am wriggling
at the ends
of your fingertips-
Hooked on a love
that would
Devour me whole.
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