All to
gather we
sing like echoes
of long
since hushed guitars
long since
left spaces
carved in wood.
We let
them out
unbraided fibers
knots and strings
let out
our breath
and the space carved
there.
How will I draw in the next one
without us all to
gather we
could only sing
together.
mar 1, 10
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