sometimes I imagine your beauty marks connect to form an oragami crane
id trace the outside jealous of your bodies geometric folds and crease patterns
knowing I wouldnt breakorbend the wings
id press palmfirst into you
hoping we might take flight
into sheets that ignore
the Mathmatics of paper folding
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