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the grace of footsteps between moods of snow icicles falling with impossible delicacy so quietly it almost feels dangerous i move toward this like leaving an imprint inside whatever we call this echoes vibrating across …

in my eyes i see you like details inside motion the way we make circles around gardens like children searching for butterflies beneath afternoon light believing everything beautiful can still be caught gently i rinse my…

i see you in everything in every shape in movement in passing signs in the nights where everything feels everywhere and somehow you are still there not as a person but as wind as feeling as sensation as the quiet emotio…

the shadows speak from the corners of my eyes and i feel you there like sunlight breaking through trees the way you glisten unexpectedly a smile that lingers too long in my mind the kind that catches me off guard and le…

i feel my bones breaking cracking from the pits of what i call this the hollow beneath the noise the place where old feelings settle and refuse to leave the desire of fields and men who leave me with their ghosts and i …

in repetition i speak toward the muse between the mist and the fog of where i leave you in dazes like this where the haze gathers around itself and we frolic through time skipping between timelines between moments separ…

the sweat at your knees how we drip and fumble words slipping like vibrations down the curve of your neck the sound of the woods surrounds us and i leave you there inside it do you understand i reach forward to give us …

in what we call this the lighting between us the places we leave each other in the longing the devotion the emotions left unmoved resting quietly beneath the surface we stand here giving pieces of ourselves away to ever…

darkness does not frighten me for those who consume it know it arrives from everywhere we find chaos in breathing in the mist of our voices the fog gathering between us at night the way silence grows when words become t…

in knee-deep grass i move through this slowly between long stretches of dirt i call home where the earth feels uneven beneath me and memory settles into the ground like rain that never fully dries we make movement in pa…