This
personal
pantropy
a parasol
for my parasympathetic
nervous
system
the sunlight
doesn't think
twice
before it
touches
me
home
I could live here
learn to break
the
surface
tension
skip
rocks
and
roll
and
pins
and
needles
have I now
adopted
or
adapated
to
the
shape
of
you
can
break
a
face
a
fast
a
promise
your
water
birth
a
nation
a
notion
every
origin
has
a
story
benign
is
born
well
and
malignant
is
born
to be
bad
if your
cell
is
a
foreign
invader
does
the
caste
system
care
if
you
rock
paper
scissors
shoot
first
the light
turned
on
can
reflect
refract
or
polarize
it
depends
on
what
you
are
willing
to
see
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Cali Loria
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