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If I could whistle up a charm

for us I’d make my mouth

into a small perfect oh

and then fingers crossed

toes firmly planted

eyes closed (for conjuring)

put my whole soul and heart

behind one long breath blown

evenly through that oh

and then you and I

would stand hushed

as the pretty little

goodnesses sprinkled down

all over us like pink sugar

on two happy cupcakes.

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