some things friends go
burdening beyond our
pinpluck horizons
events which will decide
us
a whisperwish shallow
water dream awake into
our naked bodies pressed
between pages hollow of
us
furnish night with scenery
bright as overpass rain
flickers in our voices find
some fragile line to speak in
us
where we go in sleep
determines our horoscope
offerings of potpourri
wings which can only follow
us
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the last stanza is amazing, trevor. good work. -Sarah
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