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Unknown Pain

Posted on December 15, 2020February 11, 2022 by ricemck

by Michael Hassett

Every inch
of your skin,
your cloud-soft,
dry-ice skin,
is covered
by razor-thin
magnifying-glass-visible
hairs,
that somehow
I manage to pull
every time
we make love.
And I stare,
as you cry out
in pain,
and I wonder
how I hurt you.
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