space of a card
the fifty second
spoke spun
her green bike
mesmerizes the intersection
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she foraged the forest floor
beneath the rug
sand swept shores
coconut crabs
bask in blue
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every first friday
to look at you
a perfect canvas
colors in your texture
my interactive art
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the tide pools
of her coastline
their ebb and flow
of salted waters
beneath his fingers
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