Tagged: bolero

if i could, i would like to

if i could, i would like to
break down, fasten the ends
of the things we know best
about each other to a thousand
parachutes and let go. but
most interventions are
traps – the evening sky
holds the same stars and,
despite inexhaustible
interpretations, our
bolero, the same notes
.
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