April Fifth

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a small softness

poem
is the softest word I know.

it is all round edges and breath,
lips pressed against lips that return again
for another kiss.
it is malleable into anything,
tinfoil ball pressed into a heart,
clay slabs molded beneath steady hands,
exhale in the shape of a song.

poem
is the softest word I know.

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