my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
.
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my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
.
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memories thrumming
at the edges beckoning
blowing through cobwebs
.
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a tiny feather
flutters to earth
moved by your
breath
crushes my heart
.
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talking to shadows
caught blues in my eyes feeling
low as the ground, hon
.
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time
to reclaim
mine ~
5 forms
fast moves
through forest
through
stars
through
shores ;
raw
.
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it starts as hush – hush
baby, swarms to hum – hum, then
to full – blown howl, hon
.
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so , perhaps one day
i’ll howl , for now , quiet hums
come , become louder
.
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