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Allison Marie Conway

I write about Passion. Sex. Love. Pain. Darkness. All of it.

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Posted on February 13, 2018April 19, 2018 by Allison Marie Conway

self destruct

i’d have chosen you.
and taken your body
to my warm breast
the burn and the wreckage

flight by flight
wings spread of shallow watering dawn.
mouth, wrists, lungs worn
open

by the opalescent liquid pain.
i’d have chosen you
first.

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