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[lisez_ma_vie]

Breaths of the loom hover,

glide between one another

weaving and grasping

with open palms.

The heat transpires,

the lock releases

its clasp of fear

the lips curl on tiptoe.

Smiles are born,

alive for an instant,

and eyes close

on cue.

Comments

to sarah whose room is like a carnival

[smallcrescendos]

i love you, and i hope you feel better...you deserve to be happy.