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Jul 2016
We are discordant,
shadows erupting
from quiet spaces;
rustling a clarity
in static waves.

Scented like rain,
you swallow keys
and fingertips
flow along lips
like locked doors.

Eyelashes dovetail
in dreamy mist;
they are whispering,
billowing smoke,
calling lightfall.
Lucid
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     Frankie Fuller, --- and ---
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