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see
in arms lips.
red and pink
touching faces.
shallow and deep
copies of movements
and
sonnet-like eyelids closing
in time with the sky.
in meter with the water
falling.
fortune's filling feast
rare and quiet in the
[empty lines]
are the stillness and smoothing of their breathing
enjoining their state with the solar systems and
late afternoon cloudiness.
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