Is to dream
of one blade of sea
on the far
side of a sandbox
Is to think skin
is no boundary
to waves
volatile as time
Is to plant
footprints and undress
prophecies too
delicate to translate
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Dial F for flaky
It's the middle of the night so I can't text to apologize, but I just realized that I absolutely flaked on Saturday yoga with J ! I ...
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