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Nov 2016
I am waiting for permanence
to take shape, to be something more
than idealistic fantasy.
because that word sticks to me,
like tattoo, like a thick scar, the kind
your fingertips wander to in
idle moments. I want it to be real,
I want to lose myself in bottomless eyes
and understand that is what
permanence feels like.
ghost girl
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