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Jan 2021
while the winter winds howl,
whip movement between branches
of maples & pines in the distance
-
i sink under the heat of your fire,
the pressure of your hipbone
pressed so seamlessly,
that no prayer can tell us apart
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and the winds howl
to the gleam of our movements

PorcelainTears [Anna-Maria]
December 28, 2020
PorcelainTears
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