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for small lifetimes we carry beneath
It's not all about "willingness", it's about capacity
she had both with a triboelectric heart tethered to vines
this man's manna remember, remembers her aeonian spillage of selcouth beauty -like a plural ever present, ever near.
effortlessly it was to reciprocate firm devotion for
her ruthless tenderness as eyes of rain drench
me from above
and I did not refrain
Published 27th Jun 2022
| Edited 28th Jun 2022
Author's Note
My eyes fell upon a simple sundress dress that
once hung suspended between her scent and
body; still traced with motions of life
once hung suspended between her scent and
body; still traced with motions of life
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