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Jan 2019
I used to love
between the promise
        of forever
licking fingers -
cheap,
(road) salt fingers.


Midnight fighting fingers
    between mine -
        falling
fingers.

I miss my cocoon.
My
“don’t worry honey” hammock.
My
rouge meadow princess.
My
Honeysuckle
half full
holy hammock

princess.
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