i have a hand around my throat
i cannot say what i mean
i am afraid
but it tells me it loves me.
he says he loves me
k.h.
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the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
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i have a hand around my throat
i cannot say what i mean
i am afraid
but it tells me it loves me.
he says he loves me
k.h.
