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Green spilled upon glass,
                       lips spilled upon lips

beneath tassles of light
                       spilled like streams

of milk upon blankets.
                       Uttered in breaths,

words spilled upon nerves
                       “This moment and you

are perfect, and you
                         are perfect for this moment.”

-r. miller

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