every breath
is so much wind-rinsed dust
every breath
begins a thought unsaid
till sweetness
turns speech in two-three tongues
till dreams
drop like calm climbing touch
on legs
galloping deep in the night
to legs
that blossom asleep in bed
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all the things
I managed to do all the things today: I'm mostly packed (carry-on only for two weeks). Took Nu to see Sinners again per request. (My TH...
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