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 Oct 2020 Zero
Alyssa
I am the alpine chill
the pressure of the tundra
sweep of fog that daily dies
arctic bride in love with a vaporous sight

ghost in the clouds dispersed
I dress in morning haze
gauze and mist faint a dress
sighs dissolve in a veil

whirling winds and undertow
hurricane you grow
breathing through the storm
giving the ocean its new form

perpetual lunar tide
rippling aqueous mirage
oxygen and carbon dioxide
impossible atmospheric romance

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