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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I morning light finds us— your breath a warm tide against my shoulder’s coastline. II peeling tangerines, juice bright on your thumb. You offer half without speaking. III the cat’s slow blink holds all the sermons ever preached on trust. we practice.
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