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waking up inside4
my hips grovel
in your early morning adventure5
outside, the moon bent pond begins ruffling
like dreams in the shadows of sunlit crick lows 6
I moan like the toad light of depths 7
sand strings ply between my toes like comet tails
until nothing remains as I flutter, captured, 8
I purr like the sun
through the grins of a kite’s winsome9
curvy sway10
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