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the vivid morning arrives
with no sympathy for our hangovers,
shining in the dew
as its sun breaks your window pane.
yesterday's laundry and
a..
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gate keeper,
you are the snake coiled in the base of my spine
traveling thick like ink into every vessel
living in every thought like a storm that ..
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Like a swift, cool breeze
you're in my space and up my skirt
and I get goosebumps and chills,
I smile and wish I'd worn a bra today;
strangers can..
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strange,
like standing still on the freeway during stopped traffic,
lasting long enough to find stones in the concrete,
something you assume will a..
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