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reflecting on e.e. cummings’ “sometimes i am alive because with”


in ourtogethercoloured instant,

straight lines dissolve,
infinitely; every touch
a duet, whispered —
skin so softly waiting
for ourmovement

sweetly now, ourinstant
stretched into an eternity–
how time flies
when all the pieces fit

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