my joy
curls itself
around yours,
the last tendrils
unfurling,
throwing themselves
into the breath
of this mysterious light,
this unlived morn.
curls itself
around yours,
the last tendrils
unfurling,
throwing themselves
into the breath
of this mysterious light,
this unlived morn.
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