every breath
is so much wind-rinsed dust
every breath
begins a thought unsaid
till sweetness
turns speech in two-three tongues
till dreams
drop like calm climbing touch
on legs
galloping deep in the night
to legs
that blossom asleep in bed
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My India fam is back from the trip to visit friends and we've been inseparable all day. Time is running out. This is likely my mom's...
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