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May 2019
This is when I feel in tune with my body,
no longer that feeling of desertedness—
breath slow, tongue in cheek, eyes caught
on the waving branches of the trees
outside my open window, air warm.
beatrice
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beatrice  USA
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   Jaxey and Mysidian Bard
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