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And Who Would've Thought. Behind lips red with ether, you are keptAnd Who Would've Thought. by ~Lizzabeth
And on beaches of black sand
Thick with nothing but night
A name is called and a body stumbles, tangling in the dark
Towards crashing, crushing water.
In the fragile wingspan of hip bones, you are kept
Though covered and draped into cotton and jean
The secrets of stars whip hotly past
Never once stopping to bless
A shadowy, strangling swimmer.