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by Anya Light, posted in Creative Writing for Healing, Sacred Sexual Healing

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I think of our house.
The one that was ours.
Nipples, thighs,
and never a storm.

A house encircled by palm.
Flocks of orange-winged
blackbirds,
each morning,
speaking our name.

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