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you only visit me in my dreams.
a gust of wind pushing past the threshold of my windowsill.
welcome.
you're a jazz lullaby
drifting down the soundwalk
like a parade procession.
a twilight breeze kissing my eyelids
and blanketing my skin.
you are welcome here.

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