ring season

riNgs
are desigNed
to return like
seasoNs aNd screeN
doors are supposed
to breatH tHroug
two people usiNg tHe
 same sacred liquid
  fluid Not wet
   water love
    air aNd
     eros
    orbit
   we will
  still be
 waitiNg Here
iN tHe summer more

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