echo

 spasms
 of        bruises
     erup]t
 vibrations of      pain
 shadows of
     agony
     aftertaste
 the merest memory of
 tou[ch
 A GRAZE
 on 
 the surface of       things
 A STAIN
 crept
      under   the flesh
i thought of          you the other
day
 o we are fragile
 o
 we shatter
 so easily
 so

 tentatively

     together
 are we held
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