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Aug 2013
twelve hundred thousand ways i
could count the days we spent
side by side on my
sunlit bed,

but it would never
could never
express,
there are no words for
the wings in your eyes; and
the way breathing you in sends
ripples through my skin
and it feels like the arrival of
the birds
(c) noa harriott

idk, i'm listening to the arrival of the birds
noa harriott
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noa harriott  seattle
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