Sunday, May 19, 2024

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I want to write about big silences between little words
About skin, on the underside of your wrist
I want to write about the last leaf falling
And watching it lay down to die.
I want to write about the effusion of hope in the chest blossoming like ink in water,
Like a gulp of spiced rum.
I want to write about food that makes you want seconds before you’re halfway through firsts.
I want to write about that moment
When he said
You’ve Got What It Takes.

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