They'll be home from YS soon
And then night comes
or falls--depends
on whom you ask
Time to wrap babies and burritos
while birds dip their wings
in sunsets
and vanish
_
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love so ordinary
you have to shut your eyes to see it that's when the day goes dark running like a scar seaming into something close I stop, blind as a ...
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