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Mar 2010
a mess of yes's
clean stacks of no's
(pulse)
running together, the daisies
roses smell like
sweet violets in winter
(pulse)
hands come to hold
tight, squeezing, gentle
beautiful arches, fingers twine
(pulse)
the sofa is green like the sky -
(pulse)
sugar water dripping
from my lips
cold and fresh
to rivers, the ocean
(pulse)
dancing doll, swirl
twirl my girl
your dress, a-whirl
(pulse)
touch the stars
fly to the moon
(pulse)
ticking clocks taste of pine
(pulse)
tea pots -
(pulse)
oh, where am i?
Natasha Yount
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