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Apr 2020
With renewed vigor

A slip of the hip

The grip of the finger

I chuckle

I've gotten myself into a pickle, it seems.

For the first time in forever

I'm looking forward to basking in the sun

In the brilliance of something greater than all my dalliances

I'm feeling it now

Actual sunlight.
Hello, dear lover, Heliophilia.

The Age of Fire, January 2018.


The rebirth after actualizing Basic Instinct

  A year of elemental foreplay
    
     Barricading the year before

         Secluding hunger from need
Batchelor
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