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It’s 9am in mid-June
The night before has exhaled
Kaleidoscope heads
Limbs slick and sticky
And now the light
Pale yellow and…

Love
Is that what this ache is?
A threatening storm
Busting lungs
A trail of smoke
Reaching upwards
Before the crackle
Of mystic flame