Day 7
Easy as
Turning eyes away
Arms passive
Words astray
You bestow on me this pain
And then look elsewhere
I'm phantom
The blur in old prints
Cracked, seeping
Meltwater
By absence of scrutiny
I cease now to be
Easy as
Turning eyes away
Arms passive
Words astray
You bestow on me this pain
And then look elsewhere
I'm phantom
The blur in old prints
Cracked, seeping
Meltwater
By absence of scrutiny
I cease now to be
I am with you, walking, And we check the day's step count. We are weaving in the woods, braiding together paths of past and future. C...
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