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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

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are the stillness and smoothing of their breathing
enjoining their state with the solar systems and
late afternoon cloudiness.
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