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scent of the fireplace
trust

cold hands pressed for warmth
breath

rainbow lines
window steam

parched lips made dry by a tiny gesture, this raindrop now
all sounds

resonance


oneness

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awakening

without a home
not fixed as the root seems
never feeling alone

opening

to find a goal
shaped passed a measure once thought
freedom of moment

to sleep

and to dream of

seeking

perhaps it is only given in small doses.
never freed,
allowed to be whole.
pieced together by soft touch.

wet with alone its peace a happiness alive.

facing never pain
i am