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Mar 2022
I saw you in the moon
you drew lines across my eyelids
your eyes were always elsewhere
distant, yet still beautiful
and warm.

I heard you in the wind
It was an awkward tremor
at the end of your sentence
the lines on your hands
still etched into my mind
the flush of your skin
reminded me of the sunsets back home
somewhere I can never return.

I can’t stop thinking about you.
Io
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