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My joy pours through my fingertips,
splashing my reckless adoration
across pages
like milk,
Until I am left,
breathless as stars,
letting the
wholeness,
the fierce fragility of these feelings
rest,
sinking sweetly into skin.
The silence
between, until …
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Cool glasses.
by Devon Sloan
Some glasses I found in the kitchen cabinet. I think they were my grandmas. Isn't our kitchen ugly?
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