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do I ever
not note
I know
love lurks
to burn
whatever
whenever
you're to
be found
and be us
and with us
a feather
or stone
in a vacuum
we all
fall down
for you
ashes, ashes
EJR ©
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ReplyDeleteJust picking up your melody ... I'll leave the rhythm to nose ... yes to note how rote we've become ... never boring spilling jacks and rubber balls from our pockets ... what were we doing in summer school ... distractions gain traction as we grow into adulthood ... I remembered every corny graffiti penned on the back of your chair ... I swear I stared into more fantasies with the scent of your hair propelling me further than I had ever been before ...
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