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My Things Your Things

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Sailing on flames to the river
inside you., I disappear in your thoughts
to swim in the eyes of moons.

A dead hibiscus wakes up
in your hand.You fondle the denials
of pain of internal bleeds.

You will know I hear footfalls,
of walking ferns in my abandoned
pages of burnt out ars poetica

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