In time of
little breaths and
nibbled like leaves the tips of my fingers
into rose-hued longer evenings
In time of
unbidden unforgotten
back-and-forths
blood stains caked on denim knees
In time of
lilies, I lost track
sweet spit like honeysuckle stems
and broken secrecy
I will forget and find Me
waiting in the quiet
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