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Blueness
Sometimes tea
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
doesn't cure all, the house a state,
mind a quarry
once a mound
for springtime to burrow,
it's been said
I'll quiver at the
touch
of too much kindness,
too few apologies.
I also try to plant bulbs
in places with plenty
of light,
blue screen buzzing,
stolen twenties,
but there's no way to connect these days without
'online',
I tell myself that,
all the while, her eyes on mine.
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