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Morning Love


My eyes glaze over with a layer of holy water

sweat produces on your forehead 

like the beads on a shower curtain,

trickling down to where you and I meet


A car crashes somewhere in the sunlight

Your eyes roll back with the arch of your shoulders

And I float through glass meant to cut me

But my skin swallows the pieces whole


I travel through time I didn't know I had,

through realities I didn't know we built

as I breathe to the beat of the second hand

watching the world regain its balance

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