alleys close renew
moments jump
parts of memories
time moves like a slug
warm flesh holding
mine, a seagull rises
red hair escapes
tightly fitted bun
sea salt sings prelude
connecting dots with
tiny freckles, laughing
placing my pale hand
on your heart it plays
percussion, a drum circle
completing the orbit
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