A jade phase
And indigo haze
The crushing center
Where gravity is abandoned
Poor you; poor me poor US
Nebulous galactic love intact
Disconsolate and lost/perhaps…
Never recovered? Never trusted
There is no touch
no eye contact
Not with you, ever/
Ever before
We were children then
-LM
Something about this, makes me want to read more🌸
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Great wistful lines touched with that ache of melancholy nostalgia – beautiful & resonant ❤
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You’ve encapsulated this piece to a “T”. Thank you 💕
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