Little blips of you in the mornings
delicious sights and opulent tastes
night time wet and sleepy all day
summers swimming in pa pa lake
little blips of you so so exhausted
resting slightly upon my shoulder
waking in the rage of sunset fires
little blips in my mind's photography
of magnesium flash bulb memories
when you were here alive with me...
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
- Anais Nin
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