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Sunday MorningThe self-contained sunlight trickled / through her apricot skin, the dream-like sense / of suspension receded into the driftwood calm

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HolidayThrough the second story window, / I saw the lights on the tree. / The smell of motor oil passed by

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Brick wallAs I grazed my palms against the bricks, / the red-orange crumbled into a soft, dense powder / that reminded me of a manicured bark

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Shooting StarsWe saw shooting stars / outside the kitchen window. / You put the knife down

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688

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