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a thought resting on the manubrium, seeking release. we follow a trail of saffron & rose, repeating numbers. nine letters and mothers between us. the intricacies of tones & language. an equilibrium in the palm of our hands. in a tequila-lit room, you bite the blood vessels below my surface. we calcify our happiness in the certainty (or is it the other way round?)
within & without: two lovers lie across a pond. his arms around her. her arms around a book. a dream nests & breathes in a left breast pocket.