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Feb 2019
opened the french doors
to a warm front
after weeks of single digits
a blood orange in hand
dripping hair
nick drake strumming
juice bubble popped on tongue
sun in golden curls
trees suddenly spring
a line thru everything
a moment to just exist
in pink and orange shelter
Kq
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