Yaaaaaawn

Lover, I found you

Over by the miracle pond

With the fondant moss and clattering toads.

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Nothing quite compares

With feeling January air

Bluster your cheek bones.

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Sometimes I worry that

All of the poems I could ever write

Are my tired breathing on a window.

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Posted Jan 22, 2021, 8:57 PM UTC

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