There's a whole layer of people

who live close to the mountains

Their word for "friend" is

I'll stand in for you when death comes

Imagine how they love

What's that smell, you ask?

That's me

burning out

What is Tiramisu without coffee

such a rare aroma around here

Exhale, don't miss a note

Tabula rasa

when the heat separates

from the light

before the water boils

and the letter month

still awaits its stars

All I want is tactile pleasure

Walls, words, skin

mountain faces, snacks

ideas, music, books

Forever hooked

to their texture

Skateboard wheels on pavement

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