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Dusk
closing her red lips
around

Blue tunnel
at pit of sky’s stomach
white at bottom.

Rainbowed snakes
squirm past
as sparks to night.

Eyes
escape into
shimmering darkness.

May I long
for passed
spring’s scent

again?

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