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Dec 2019
For Sara.

You've lost all you've caught.
& what you've got is not your senses.
Not your lights.
Not your couch.
Not your fences.
Written on your face.
Says all is nothing.
& tasteless.
What's it to grace.
& hope.
When your atoms greet the pavement.
From a thousand feet up.




Garrett Johnson.
Perhaps it's the color of the universe.
Garrett Johnson
Written by
Garrett Johnson  20/M/In the woods
(20/M/In the woods)   
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