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sun promises
chloris

the will to let me touch
 1
crave her kind of warrior
 2
hidden between wrinkled sheets in the cold of night
 3
muse long sonnets as her thighs pedal to the moon
 4
brains will scatter petals
 5
she will be back a haiku in place
 6
pollinate the elysian fields
 7
sow and bloom along summer
 8
commit her divine
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15 Jul 17

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nice. i feel that the moon's gravity is pulling these words out of the author's love.
 — cadmium

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