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Apr 2014
leaves self-immolate,
red orange yellow --- this is
How I Fell In Love

window frost, hand on
thigh --- our abandoned clothing
littering the floor

a bud, poking from
fresh-thawed earth --- I am trying
to forget your laugh

sun, high; so is she,
blunt 'tween her lips, my tongue 'twixt
her thighs --- I Miss You
Vivian
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Vivian  1 AU from a G2V star
(1 AU from a G2V star)   
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   Sia Jane and Emily
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