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my addictions
sunshine
air
skin to
touch
ablution,
awash
seasons
your voice
all the
parts of day
the book
to read
the page
to write
a garden
self tending
my roof
something
sweet
even faux
so
all the
old wishes
and sit up
to beg
a little
of the truth to sing
fire still
warm in the morning
a come and
go moon
sun stars
the rain
such
sundry arcs of flight
tipple and
making out of the grey
ages of
wisdom too
the
conversation
and the
music
cloud with
my name
and all
day
wisp and
scud
together
a whole
wide world
rolled
round
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