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Today’s Short #Poem 105

No Sun, No Magic

This present
unembroidered nature,
is locked to forever, all destiny
collected, a constant keynote.

Then something tears
when I touch your lips;
my voice rips mid-breath.

They say it’s all in my head
but, in truth, you are complicit.
By definition: a quality of action
distinguished by contrast,
whether I observe you or not.

Ashley Bovan

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