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i still think always about the capacity you have to produce quiet in me.

my most preaceful memories,
my most stable abodes,
my most hallowed and constant treasures
were birthed adjacent to you.

tucked silently between us

i remember waking
in the dim dark dust 
to shove gently 
a bakers dozen of donuts 
onto the chilly marble coutnertop 
of your kitchen with that endless roof.