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Waking up
to the sound of your breathing,
that's when I realized
it was no longer you and I.

It was us.
 Jan 2017 Hoping2bhelpfull
nivek
She drinks from an ancient wellspring
-older than the rocks which cup it.

Deeper her thirst goes
-quenched for a fleeting moment.

A small poem from her heart
-flown from her wetted lips.

She drinks the skies
-the place her poetry finds freedom.
for all sisters
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