the name of the

your hug so awkward, tentative: a dream?

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"Should I do this?"

(a torrid tasty tragic Dream)

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miniature Golden Roses fill 

electrocuted Air,

drift toward Storied Seas, toward Heavens...
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floral petals drip glue-glow--blood-rose, your garish hair!
I am sprayed, too;  unclean anew, 
a blur of displaced molecules... 

and you look like my friend again...
I thought my Mind deleted you

but

 you hold fast to your Promises; I cringe; I cling to mine

Thank You

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