gazing lovingly is almost foreign

mid-state trail is the path we walked on i swear there were ten ants in my shoes but that seems too perfect of a number maybe it was before bear meadows burned that i felt like i had a place among the forest in the moss covered plush i could have bounced off of it then but the idea is only coming to me now seems periods are too final and make me finish things too quickly rather a string of endless jabber will fit quite sufficiently

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trace the chalk outline of your body
framed with mine, blueprints of
the sleepless nights and exhausted days.

coalesce

"i had a terrible time at work,
but now my head fits so nicely in your shoulder blade"
isn't it strange, the days passed
as if they were slugs across
very large plains

it almost a common displacement,
how my eyes can see for only 16 miles
the earth lurched just the same