love
like a holiday
(the British holiday)
(ok, although perhaps
holy as the American too)
seeing it unfurl in your face
feeling it come to fire in your touch
hearing it in your safe, sea-like sibilance
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everything today feels like it has happened before before you leave, I fix your smile in my mind the scent of your forehead from babyhood a...
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