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Overthinking (Diurnal)
Smoke from burning white sage
floats out my open window
and joins the soft breeze –
it reminds me of you.
Can you feel the heat of the
fire raging behind my teeth
scorching my tongue?
You told me one day
you might be ready;
But I’m still burning sage and
the smoke is still seeping
out the window.
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