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The soughing of these bones
If he was
a stoplight voodoo
chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer
from his pores
a word babe
swanky forget-me-not
-original
a bohemian night
trail blazing
my archives
If he was
anything
born of ocean thoughts
a sea-star
crystal galaxy
angel fish
a moonstone pool
of new beginnings
the shift in my
battle wrought soul
If he
bewitched the
silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic
dulcet tones
into my nape
spell cast
into my chest
lungs
sleep
without
breaking
my seams
silencing
my stomach brain
I would relent
perhaps
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