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threaded through thursday you'll find me ripe for

friday and hours of you

a weekend of nights and coffee and stars

and the parts that are well

and the parts

that are not

and everything still perfect

for me

just so you know


we remain

the rubies in the sky of the sky

whether the sun cries or dies

and even when the rain comes


especially when the rain comes


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