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Jul 2013
Six
Your outline defined by moonshine turns the days to stepping stones.

2. I remember the moment I fell for your fingertips and how they smooth my body like a map.

3. In the garden we planted, my arms rooted the ground pulling me into soil.

4. Every time your eye lids flutter I twist into your sockets and tear what makes you fragile.

5. If you sailed around the world I would place a limb in every iceberg to melt and permeate bubbles of the sea.

6. You speak in flowers, but all petals wilt if left in the sun.
Lily Gabrielle
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Lily Gabrielle
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