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Mar 2021
a cool breeze breathes through my clothes
the chill fights it’s way inside me
I will make a hot spring
where desires bubble to the surface
a wind section of gently bursting sighs
mineral salts will turn my skin pink and plump
while vapors hover above the lazy fizzing surface
I see a form across the haze
wax dipped flames dance into the shadows
I don’t blink
where have you been?
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Exosphere
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