lunes, 7 de noviembre de 2022

Nov. 7th - 8th, 22

 You are a dot on the map. 

But as long as you keep moving, I can breathe easy. 

And then you send me a voice note, which I don't hate because I miss your voice. 

You rode from dawn til dusk and into the night by the lunar eclipse

Leaping through my phone

Nested in my mind

Like the eccentric light beam that you are. 

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