Angels being busy….

Sleep went sliding through the cracks in my peace where it split like a ripe tomato roasting on the vine, so tired it hurts, the swelter in my heart hotter than the wilting summer heat as I reached an arm out floppy to tag heaven in for some new ways of seeing with cooler eyes, and to…

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I put my hands up…

Sleep slides through the cracks in my peace where it split like a ripe tomato roasting on the vine, so tired it hurts, the swelter in my heart hotter than the wilting summer heat and I reach out a floppy arm to tag heaven in  for some help with scooching over, to see with cooler…

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