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  • Writer's pictureBethany Stimac


in a wistful whirlpool

of what-ifs like this

your eyes melt on mine,

soft like a kiss

as tomorrow fades away

and yesterday persists

i wonder, i wallow,

i wish, i insist‒

we pot the flower

and water it

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