from the early days
we could do this
forever,
for hours.
if they ask,
you'll say,
"we got lost in each other"
--misplaced a systole
grappling with maps,
left behind
the inclination of breath
charting the path.
memories
are made of this.
forever,
for hours.
if they ask,
you'll say,
"we got lost in each other"
--misplaced a systole
grappling with maps,
left behind
the inclination of breath
charting the path.
memories
are made of this.
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