you laughed
explosions
occlusions are what we had
after silver plates came, went,
oars boating their way to tomorrow.
my scratched shoes
you left indentations in the landscape, in them,
wherever you sent your presence
to gravitate
you and i
caught raining
the more we love,
the more we moved
in the past sense.
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2 years ago
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