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God or a Vision?
you and your psychedelic phrases
did they plunge from your tailing tongue?
perchance I took breaths from the room,
exhaled, and put them back in your mouth
moving, placing my ear near your lips,
pausing for an air lick near my neck-
lifted eyelids and confusion
so, then the comfort could come
when I would speak your surroundings-
the bed, the door, and the soft sheet
...Friday 29th May 2020 4:04 pm
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