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upended, the pale side
of earth pointed to skies

we lay there in silence,
returning our pace in
each other's gaze, feeling still

in the gales of breathing
winged, in her current, she

in mine, nurturing and
murmuring, susurrous
in the calm underbelly

nestling and repairing;
soft tones of laughter's air

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