HOLESA Poem by sandro-botticelliA love poem... of sortsyou fill my holes and promise to come back to do so again you and your elaborate hands you and your ever-changing plans I'll press your bones into diamonds, you said and I lie there sparkling all the way through you're art and it's my flimsy sense of self that frames you
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