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Found Poem

by Sweet P. Gia 8.9.07

Oh my God!
It’s so
muggy
sluggy
duggy
in
New York.

But I’d certainly like a
huggy
from you, girl.

I’m passing your old apartment
on Ludlow

it
was never really yours
was it . . .

but it’s ok.

There’s construction going on
there’s scaffolding–
it’s dirty
you don’t want it anymore–

and

anyway
anytime I think of you

I miss you
I love you
I adore
you Holly
you Holly
you Holly

call me when you can

~ ~ ~ ~
June 4th, 2024
Hudson Valley, NY

image: new york city © Holly Troy 2023


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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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