[poetry]
on days
she sleeps
my muse
i light
a candle
and imagine
the wisps
that billow
in reverse!
coalescing into
the vein
in my
forehead;
it pulses
and carries
mango coconut
-scented ideas
to me.
[poetry]
on days
she sleeps
my muse
i light
a candle
and imagine
the wisps
that billow
in reverse!
coalescing into
the vein
in my
forehead;
it pulses
and carries
mango coconut
-scented ideas
to me.
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