the bonding
a means to an end.
how do you label it all
cleanliness drives at 7
is it another cover?
to keep at something and hide the pain
effortless smile
subsets or just perpendiculars?
you remind me of peonies
painting class at 10
the way we danced at the terrace
the way i draw you closer
and my heart skips a beat
its new
its refreshing
the page's charred
but the memory's still crisp.
its time to dig in.
the timer chimes in

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