My present is nostalgic and future-oriented.
Not that deep, the sun gets lost on its way out,
leaving haze in feelings that are far
away from thoughts of you.
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Slippery shores made of
necessary elements. Bless the chemicals!
And why not bless the finding?
We wade on the road like it may be made of
moving parts itself.
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Those car rides
to places we haven’t been.
Those evenings with open windows. Bless talking.
Voices drifting out like smoke.
Moon, grass, and chanting wind. Must you go?
About the Creator
Squeeze D' Avocado
Asterion, Jess, Avo, and all the other ghosts.
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