cradle this role
of an unnamed
creature in our
unreal world
dead branches
offer backbone
roots open into
constellations
in snowy filaments
of tired memory
you tried to believe
in figments I know
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easy like Sunday mornings
Life was easy today. Being honest so I don't get more undue credit. We stocked up on food for the week, and then... headed for the beach...
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