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tip toes to an imaginary line
drawn in the sand,
speaks in shadows,

tenderness, raw and sharp.

raised by wolves
she chews to the bone.

kiss the wind
my love is gone.
image how wonderful this
our world would be

if peace were to rein
on earth eternally

all of mankind living in
harmony

truly an ideal vision
of tranquility
Hey Dear Soul,
Are you lonely too?
Come, come here
Sit beside me
Lets feel lonely
Together
...


("..++.. = ..++..")

...we are one baby we are one...

("..++.. = ..++..")

...
i told my friend,
it wasn’t like that.
we said — agreed —
this still wasn’t a date.

then you sat down
with a coffee,
making me forget
every careful phrase,
every non-confession
i’d whispered to my mind.

we wandered the city
until sundown,
as if we didn’t know
every corner of it.
and when the night
started to settle,
i offered you an out —
you had plans.
you just smiled,
waving them away.

neither of us knew
what we then began.

because i told my friend
it wasn’t like that.
but now i’m not sure
what i was trying to defend.
this one’s about the kind of almost that lingers longer than it should.
July 25, 2025
Writing my life away-
Like a play-
That won't stay-
Although it may-
Feel like that for now
I know deep down,
I'll be okay
It knocked
softly
a breath at the door
but I
bolted the windows
and swallowed the key.

It came wearing warmth,
but I mistook it
for fire,
for teeth,
for grief with a new face.

So I fled,
faster than joy
could reach out its hand
afraid it might feel
like home.
The joker
in the deck
The jester
holding court
The witness
at my trial
The voice
— of time itself

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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