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Surfacing (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}> I find you a giver
warm to the touch
and a free radical.
Curly long & supple
your hair tied to
mine and spin we a
galaxy of babies.
Upon surfacing, I
know what love is
and you take me down
and I hold my breath
and I forgive even
the Sun for seeing
You.
Because, you are not mine
only, you are the worlds.
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