WIND BE WITH YOU.
I kept sneezing out magic!
with my fingers gripping your earlobes.
As I wrapped fabric
around your soft
newborn scalp
to form a turban.
Sensitised and allergic
we are thirsty
doomed particles
moving like
fresh baby
seagulls.
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