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Mar 2015
to savor, to have the willpower

to wait, to anticipate...anticipation, and let it roll over

like you'd roll over a tortilla, for someone you love

the browned crust, the wine, savored in the evening with company,

to savor company itself, to wait to speak to the one you love, on the balcony, when nobody else is watching

sips are delicious, and to sip is to practice humanity, to distill, to understand, that there will be another sip in the near future, and you remember the last
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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