Tuberculosis

I choke on our moments, like pendants tight on necks in summer. Can you hear the crushing of sternums? Blow this open; your sideways glances keep my hands warm. Sandalwood scents teeming, our breath on mouths so tight, you are welcome for this heartbeat.

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