it was the dynamics of
a open door,
the congruent of fables and fashion
it was the viscous ocean,
the amber outlooks
and the knotty pine
it became the wish
...the want
and the weight
Lost in features of
avarice revisited
or falling feathers
only leaving soft and subtle
sunshine and storms
as memories I wish
to maintain
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