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epoch
we're parallel toed earth trembled, in our mouths tasting
burnt tongues, hot
to touch. deep desires we'll
become accustomed to holding in our hearts
while our bodies blaze in thirst
for holy union.
I stand outside his door for a few moments,
remembering how to breathe
god, I want
everything to feel
like blooming
epoch. like
we're enlight'ning, awak'ning,
flowering lightbursts
coming home to each other.
elizabeth ann
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