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More of the same and it is not bad

When my heart swells, opens, it spills. It spills, my heart, a cup of brine, a morning miso soup. Good mourning, autumn. My napkin ring in the shape of a wooden whale.

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Poet and Tarot Reader, specializing in Water Cartography
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