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Whirlpools



You and I, we made whirlpools 
with our fingers 
walked in and out, in circles,
but the sound of our footsteps still linger

The plants on your window sill 
are surprisingly smiling at me today
I know you know, code words are 
made to be interpreted 

I don't remember which side of your cheek
the beauty spot is on 
or the day
you were born 

This looks like a new start
A clean slate 
You're welcome to fill my heart 
with new marks 

The summer rain has washed away 
All good and bad memories 
and now it's time to swim in whirlpools 
and sow some seeds in those pots.

-AD


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