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my eyes
trace a memory
real and imagined—
my hands are full of text,
drinking letters while my mind
pours out thoughts—
and the letters are still,
only alive
in the body
that reads them.
my eyes
trace a memory
real and imagined—
my hands are full of text,
drinking letters while my mind
pours out thoughts—
and the letters are still,
only alive
in the body
that reads them.