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A familiar smell
Brewing from the orange sky.
A cup of tea.
Leaves start to dry.
Felt on me -
A breeze - so shy.
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selma
I will die for you,
lie for you,
get naked, and sprawl my heart
wide   for   you.
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MiMo
Your absence aches me
I feel the pull, the hollow,
withdrawal itching
through my veins.

We resonate
like water in the ocean,
two whales clicking,
bound by devotion.

Your light is carried by the tides
ebb lays me bare,
flow overwhelms,
waves remind me
of all I’m longing for.
Cat
no tail
walks

sideways
along the porch

black or blue

in this light it's
hard to tell
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