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she rises from the many
shared -
her mind shifts beneath itself,
untethered -
she murmurs, "gravity is gorgeous
when you're upside-down" -
this tactile thread between us
this multiplicity blends -
like the smallest sigh from the lips of a newborn child,
she comes to me softly new, holding the future
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