Blaze

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nicole johnson

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Late at night, when the world is asleep,

My mind races through your hoops.

My chest rises and falls with each exasperated breath.

I can’t breathe without you.

The sun accompanies morning coffee

The moon brightens darkened hallways

Entangled within this web

Strand after silky strand,

They weave themselves around my precision finger.

Our bodies are tethered to this world

We could be on fire and we’d find our way back to this solitude.

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