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Sep 2020
my eyes are getting old
i've noticed
and memory too.
i never used to turn on the light when i sat down to play
i don't even need to watch my fingers,
i just need clarity, and an embrace
something to pull my wrist so i can leave it all behind.
i thought this was youth
was i straining my eyes all this time?
mira
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mira  angel's landing, utah
(angel's landing, utah)   
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