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Dec 2016
Morning.
Brewing coffee
Brings you out in my shirt
To serve us both heavy spoons of
Jam and
Perch on the counter top. Pancakes
On mute sizzle, I taste
The last batch on
Your lips.
Form: Butterfly Cinquain
Tamal Kundu
Written by
Tamal Kundu
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