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your breath is hot on my shoulders
heavy
with pomegranate juice
purple drops of condensation on my skin

your face
drips of rosewater
tears never salty
or reminiscent of the sea

always sweet
always of spring
the smell before it rains and the taste of that first sip of tea in -20 degrees

the slow untangling of your thoughts with every beat of the drum, the way the wind blows right through you just enough to move you forward and never enough to blow you down

the sound of typing fingers when you know you're onto something good, the feeling of your own, and finally not his, skin

the seasons are changing and baby so are you / six senses are helping you develop into someone new
enjoy the little things, because those tend to leave the quickest
 Dec 2017 Good genie
Sarah
though you and I
have yet to travel
very far on Earth
through the night sky
I’ve lost count
of all the stars traversed
 Dec 2017 Good genie
Mims
The ocean has enough pollution

*The last thing it needs is your opinion
9/12/17 diary #2
little did you know
seeing your name across
my screen made my stomach
do flips and my heart flutter
he followed me back on instagram:)
 Aug 2017 Good genie
Onoma
the
ones
i love
drip slowly.
when out
of Water.
each drop
takes the
sun's heart
away.
for reflecting
what's
up of
down.
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