(1)
Running fingers through
my hairless scalp
I breathe in another
Sunset
My "Y" has become
like the ones in
your inky letters
(2)
You walked in wet
soaked in winter rain
you chirped
you fluttered
In my kitchen
the hissing kettle
smoked another
spring another
Monsoon
Running fingers through
my hairless scalp
I breathe in another
Sunset
My "Y" has become
like the ones in
your inky letters
(2)
You walked in wet
soaked in winter rain
you chirped
you fluttered
In my kitchen
the hissing kettle
smoked another
spring another
Monsoon
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