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Appalachian Spring
By Drew Scott

throw me to the wind and scatter 

me, i will say nothing and close my

eyes and i have a mouth like the end of a

rope, let me be frayed on all

ends and tight into myself like a

knot, i’m turning into veins and tying too

close, i feel clasped to you and against my

nature, i feel the flowers in your 

wrists pressing petal imprints into my thighs

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