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Swim along the dew

Ride atop the gentle breeze

Or sit and witness

Found

Morning dew
Condensation
Flesh wet
In the grass
Vacuous home

180

Fill another glass

The bartender says something

Down another glass

179

Too often I find

I dearly miss the people

That I never had

178

It’s on the counter

In the toilet and my clothes

Bleach is in the air

177

Today, my heart tried

To do a small somersault

But I choked on it

176

Gripped in steel and ice

A resigned heart beats slowly

For the time being

175

A lunar rainbow

I am told that it exists

Just imagine it

174

It’s in the words, huh?

Speaking, talking, connecting.

That’s what it takes, huh?

173

Blurred faces speaking

Words, words in my direction

I feel the feelings