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chasing her dainty footprints across
grassy fields every weak Sunday
it looks like a gate, but this door's always unlocked.
you're a shock of electricity -
under a live wire moon
dare not let those spiders out
dreams are cozy webs
face non-invasive, sweeping the silver brume away
must be love
******* conversations;
splattering, sparkling words dripping down
your porcelain chin
slender, pale moonlight;
a fine evening for imperceptibly
amiable rogues
the narthex; with its shattered stained glass
a beautiful epicenter
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