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I want your arm to scare me awake,
a light drizzle, followed by blistering sun.
Half a bagel with cream cheese, a vanilla bean latte and single strapped sandals.
We don’t have to talk. Maybe a sigh of satisfaction or a wink from across the table.
Go for a walk. Contemplate plans.
See the shadows of tree branches paint across your back.
Unresponsive to future days. Unaware a past ever existed.
Completely intertwined in today, now.


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