i forgot
-the use of words -- these marks
thoughts
scratches on a screen -- on old wood
------- - ----- -------- - ----- -- what was i looking for
----------- - ---------- in glass jars
------------- with lids
self contained magic -- caught
- see through your glass
mailbox-- ---- where love letters deliver
----- a soft grimace and pedal longing
to an edgeless limit
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