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UNWRAPPED
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beneath the bruise of twilight,
a stranger’s spare coin dropped into his cup~
copper warmth against winter’s bite.
the way my mother’s voice smiles
when she says, Eat while it’s still hot.
these gifts: unwrapped, unearned.
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