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Same place, same time
morning chill and cracks of sun
curled in dark doorway
her shape, her pulse same line
Same doorway she calls her home
‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east
colours waft and mingle, stenches wrap
early morning baking under all
Breathing rasping cocoon of red cloth
silent breaths thru curved teeth
flicking thoughts, cloudlike slip ear to ear
passing dreams, rapid cut,...
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