22.03.2026
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taste summer sweetness snap rush half resin turn melts luck passion hand
A taste of summer lingers—
sun-warmed, a quiet sweetness
resting on the edge of memory.
There’s a snap to it,
a sudden rush—
like catching only half a moment
before it slips.
Sticky as resin,
it clings,
then melts in the palm of time.
I turn toward it anyway,
toward the small wild things—
luck,
a flicker of passion,
your hand finding mine
in the bright blur of becoming.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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