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Cherry Blossom
by Jessi Calynn |
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Hot tea soothes the cold fish and biting rains are softened by your Velcro lips and the hands of a man with fight slip out of the fists they once knew as a quarter for a wish and a bronzed laughing woman melt into the orange seat where I sit the sun is laughing at me a spark in those mooneyes is lit chocolate covers the face of our future carelessly thrown a kiss a cafe au lait is waiting on the block we somehow missed while margarine and rat bait pose as the art of the minute until Saleme can drive us home. |
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