my place
walking into
my place
beards and lip rings
welcome back
in and out
the door
cancer only for outside use
reuniting with a friend
laughing til sushi hurts
the ending of an era
cliches all around
cold white mocha
long conversations
little flakes
between roof and tongue
cold hips in january
wet pits in june
shivering legs under blankets
smooth valleys
almost finished apple
faded ink on hand
cool wood chair
friendly face across table
five dollar theology books
sprinkler dancing
in my place
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