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Tulips bloom at a rapid pace

When we are together
Love,
touching our fingertips to
each other’s faces
God communes
with the natural world
with the very air around us,
makes electrical currents that dance
(the mad become daring)
tulips bloom
at a rapid pace
we could watch them open
as if they were breathing
as if they were being born
in front of us
they are in the next room
all I see is you
with my eyes closed
my heart ascends.

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little morning mag crew love poem

If you call this home, you might be on mag crew.

If you call this home, you might be on mag crew.

Sometimes I wake up

And I think, “Where in the fuck am I?”

Then I roll over and see you laying next to me.

And I think, “Who fucking cares?”

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