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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…

i follow hollow roads through streets that ache beneath my feet we feign in dance together holding strings pulled tightly between us so thin they could break with one wrong movement and i repeat this motion endlessly li…

this time aches hollow like wooden boards covered in old numbers weathered markings proof that something once stood here and i lay beside the sound of regard hoping to answer eventually once my thoughts learn how to spe…

and i move with the way we transcend into bits and pieces of ourselves falling softly through the evening street lights flickering above us beneath the daze of where we left this the glow reflecting on pavement like mem…

to reach through drawers of empty closets inside homes that no longer exist except in memory except in the quiet corners of ourselves where old lives continue breathing softly the webs interlocked in memory dust resting…

i theorize us in the context of who i thought we may have been and i sit inside that thought for far too long stretching it wider and wider until memory becomes something almost livable something i can walk through agai…

to wake inside the thought of this the heights of what we once called us and i take shape through it forming ideas in my head from broken words and half-spoken meanings sentences unfinished yet somehow still understood …