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Loves
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Hand-Scrawled Lines
I want to breathe
Both with looming skyscrapers,
And mountains stretched high,
To feel the sun
Smiling on my skin,
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Golden Plates of Autumn
A bird chirps
Along with morning's song,
Humming along
With warm beams of light,
Letting out calls
Merging with yawns
As arms stretch
Along with uncurling wings,
Reaching for a morning hug,