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you fold your thoughts

into paper cranes,

sharp edges and tucks,

a mystery of ivory

before sending them across

still, silent waters

so I can scoop them up

before they droop and drown 

and I kiss their falling feathers,

each soft, spectacular idea

sparking against my lips,

leaving them wild and alive,

and slowly you smile

as I hold your mind

like a dream I don't ever

want to lose




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