swept up in the sway of twinkle lights and curtain grommets a guardian saguaro a breath of moisture in a winter desert your dorsal curvatures and the pink each evening of west reflected east i find my edges giving sway to twinkle lights and curtain grommets as i have taken flight from within a ribcage to the spinning mysteries of east reflected west the pink curvature of your chin and chest and…
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