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novalis
1 min readJan 19, 2018

People live the hope of the earth in their own way. Ashes

Of winter — you woke me up to talk. An offering —

I filled your mouth with the taste of my refusal. Dried

Flowers in tin cans. Love — hooked through the filmy

Skin of your cheek; a fish reeled, gasping, out

Of the water.

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