Heirloom

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Met me off the coast 
of her heirloom; 

thinly sliced moons 
showing like a cascade; 

journeying for miles 
in shallow drinks; 

balancing our days 
into night, 
our wrongs 
with our rights.

We had a wit
to one another
and the rest was
a day’s length of history;

our bodies
like glass,
caught light. 

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