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David

never has a man with ribs of stone inhaled the world as David must.


I would live inside one lung, a chamber dark and damp as a womb.


I would glide the giant veins of his safe keeping kiss the lining of his insides.


I’d curl into the underside of his chest and rest my head upon the inside of his heartbeat.

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