if you come
back, everything
will dissolve
at once, and
how should i
hang static
in the approaching
summertime?
sleepwalking, 3 a.m.
another
ageless
migration
my memory runs
still like
watercolor
rock paper
swords and
liquid airplanes
the trippest
discovery
that ‘someday’
tastes a little
like dime store
pop
just
adventuresome
you and
so much me
with one hand
under the world
and the other,
silent, waiting for
touchdown
dawning
like two
balloons
The Used Life 
You never share a post that I don’t enjoy, but this one really got me.
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Wow, thank you very much. 🙂
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So happy to read your work again, L.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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This is great – so dream like, and one can feel each memory flooding back.
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Thank you very much! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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