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spicing the moon

tonight she’s all cinnamon-simmer, a saffron-shimmer in a cardamom sky. melt her center, spent. bent towards some semblance of jazz -mine grace, her face a swollen slice of stolen nutmeg pie. sprinkle her in crater -cradled stars. sp(l)ice her soul … Continue reading

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cinnamon toast and lavender tea

… we brown and brew, sprinkle and steep, keep secrets in spoons and abandoned crusts. we trust a pinch of sugar to sweeten and fill; worry not about the spill. …. quickly prompted  

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