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Mid Spring
Loneliness as cold
As a cats tail curled around the scope
Of the moon
Breeze caresses the doorframe
The trees are still reaching for sky
And I’m out, haunted, begging back my name
Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026
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Mid Spring
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