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Agloe
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2023-04-02
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***
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Jett pushes
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push-pins
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into my skin
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to mark points of interest.
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Future road map of Sablade,
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back roads and highways,
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arteries and veins.
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Volcanic activity,
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mass fauna migration,
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cystic acne,
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skin irritation.
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Two angels nude on the beach,
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swept up in back-and-forth
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of arrhythmic heartbeats
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and ocean waves on the shore
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and probably fervent copulating
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given enough time alone.
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I've become my own home.
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The sand
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in my grasp
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and the water that laps
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around us that Jett snorts in on accident
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and turns her head to wheeze out and we laugh
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is just as much a part of me
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as my own physical body.
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The woman above me is breathtaking
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even as she hides a blush with her hands.
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It's not possible for me
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to stop being
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the Anima Mundi
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of Sablade.
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And for once in my life, I thank
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my Meridian blood and its curse
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for the world it demanded I make:
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now I can keep this woman I love safe
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and unharmed in world-wide embrace.
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"So much of me
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is wrapped up in you, Lethe,
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that I see you in everything."
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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