I need to live someplace poetic
maybe somewhere by the sea
far from the winged cries
of my broken memories
Nuance
It is those little things
inaction, buried beneath words
or, suddenly
no words at all
it hovers over the air
like an “I love you”
suspended —
without reply
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Another poetic tidbit for #ArchiveDay…