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Notes in the Margins of a Lover’s Poem
Slightly runny yolks with sizzling edges
Komodo freshly brewed to bold perfection
Heavenly scents waft through our place
I oversleep; you don’t judge; instead, you
cook my eggs just the way I like them.
Slow dances in our socks on kitchen tiles
Bike rides under shady oaks for miles
Beach picnics, candlelit and sunset-kissed
The breeze blows out our candles; you try
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Sunday 18th March 2018 3:43 am
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