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There are no fireworks,
butterflies or rainbows.
But when you sleep,
your spine fits perfectly
With the contour of my chest.
It’s not about strawberries or champagne.
It’s about your favourite roast
that only I can make,
and the smile that doesn’t leave your face
when you wash my car.
About the Creator
K.D. Popiel
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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