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“
the nights would be orphaned
without the sound of crickets chirping.
”
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―
“
As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet
into the night’s velvet slippers
I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,
of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.
”
― A touch, a tear, a tempest
― A touch, a tear, a tempest
