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Dec 2022
How would your hair feel in my fingers
In a new world?
Or your stomach against my back,
In the twilight
Before any decisions can be made
In the lavender hours when we are vulnerable and un-expecting
Still mine, still yours,
Until we again become ourselves
Though feeling our own pulse
Through the other’s hand
Calli Kirra
Written by
Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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   Sam Lawrence
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