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Jul 2023
the laundry done and hanging
the bread kneaded and baking
the smell of Levi jeans
with rips on the thighs
Pablo Neruda’s poems
rolling off my tongue
along lakeside vistas
piles of ice in soda drinks
he hums “la vie en rose”
and i get lost in the world
i envisioned.
stuff that i think about after having such wonderful and real dreams at night.
7/13/23
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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