Embracing a memory of every this moment
at the borders of life
like this life
dark feeling
healing
the part of our voice without Words for what this is
seen in an imagination of
unable to move asking
If I shut my eyes
would you shut your eyes
heads or tails
would our fingers reach out to the end
of the page
slow torched
deeply in love with now
.c.
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