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that noisy bird

busy in the fresh

darkness

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the doves

slow us

down

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under the blanket

your neck glistens

with sweat

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what’s left

of our hands

scars

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dandelions

pop open

at dusk

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they step in

from the side

dark irises

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the crazy talk

starts

small

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it’s like

the irises

were always there

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from all around

swifts flee

the rain

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rain clouds

devour

themselves

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