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May 30
Sometimes love sits stagnant—
like excess water in a wide
flower ***.
Other days, it’s just enough
for tender roots on a balcony,
absorbed and quietly drunk.

It swells and thins like a tide
beneath the surface—
shaping what grows above.
trace
Zahra
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