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Nov 2015
Sweet, baby's
Breath,

Untainted,
And so pure.

A satin soft
Scent, that sounds
Sweetly
Reminiscent of
How then
Thoughts
Tumbled

Freely

Into the others.

Passively rummaging
Through my old
Collection of Sighs
For all the
Mutely, flickering
Instances in which
I
Catered
Poorly
to the
In between.

As much as I would
Like,
There's no
Teleporting
Through
Life,

There's no
Jumping
From this level
To that.

Instead,
I curl coyly
About,
In the
Slowly sweetening
Nuances
Of
Time

And sleep
Soundly
in

What's to
Come.
Elephants and  Coyotes
497
   Sjr1000
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