all but taken up
fringe hangs
from my face
I have dog-eared
marred
stones
dropping
sending
out
waves
my book
is left
open
my pages
torn
I want
you to
read me
retrieve
me
write your
dedication
on my
sheets
wear
the words
in your
ears
and
heart
and
beat
me
beat
me
until
I submit
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