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Apr 2021
he glued down a blue, square tile
to the bare, boring floor.
my purple triangle moved in
right next to the square
like it was meant to be there.
our hands kept the tiles in place,
then we took a step back,
and his arms surrounded me.
we did this every day
until the pattern became
our solid foundation.
#escapril day 8!
LC
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LC  22/F
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         LC, ---, old poet MK, Lori Jones McCaffery, Tiara I S and 12 others
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