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Feb 18
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Away. From it all. From that space.
place.
Wear and tear-
where the patter and pitter was once
shared.
and she got a ticket to
there.
one way.
to figure it all out.
that place. between. now and then.
so many
so many
so many
so many
steps. frets. regrets.
moments passed.
wheels rolled.
wings cut air.
repeatedly.
unable to slow down,
paper nearly unseen for months.
with out ink,
lost in the place of flux
sitting on a bench of repents.
cruise control.
auto pilot.
caffeine and speed.
back and forth.
sinking.
thinking.
faces. spaces.
wonderment and search.
Spared the details,
so much to say.
so much seen.
more than some in a life time.
time of one's life.
once the moment has past..
i am left
chasing
tales.
what is it
about the rain
that gives us a flower?
and so it is.
much in between it all.
the first press
in the city of roses.
overly overdue.
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