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The Wash

The wash Rhythmic systems flow Pulse and wind, The wheel Throws blows Bustling in between the folds Shedding skin and grim A hidden layer molds Tender hands and tiny footprints Gather jasmine Budding blooms beneath obsidian Mosquitos sting As too, jasmine Marckincia Jean 08/05/2024 Free verse

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