I Kept Your Hand When You Died
J
James McLain
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It is perfumed daily
with you
your scents bodily
fluid
drained days past of
fate
how you did what you
did
such a small space
was never
understood leaving it
only your
hand
under my cheek when
you
sleep beneath my head.
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