Don’t

 

Don’t stun the afternoon.

You tipped me up like a pitcher and poured me into you. All your blood ran through mine. So that’s how I know.

Don’t say I’m not part of you. Don’t say you’re not part of me.

It’s done now.

 

Still Life with Water Jug c.1892-3 by Paul C?zanne 1839-1906

 

 

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