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Sep 2019
honey-melt
on toast
over veggies.

it's an aromatic morning
when the coffee
meets the open window
and the pan fry pop
makes steam engines
like little birds.

the wood under my feet;
spices hang
and satiate the need
to be elsewhere,
the morning here is a warm purple
around me.
Lucas
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