Tagged: calling
in the middle of
in the middle of
packing a suitcase home, a
splinter or two lodged
in the tips of my fingers –
a run-in with old memories
.
20171220:1214
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we woke up to
we woke up to
the truth that there
will always be
longing between
us, a surround-
sound of something
else calling
when hearts
are already
intricately tied
.
20161002:1905
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the water beckons
the water beckons
come away with me – again,
now i understand
.
20150123:0811
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