to laugh at the plans I made
for the soles of my shoes
to meet the places I’ve never been
and dance and rectify the quakes
of him
I want to express by pen
and discover songs
that sway me then
steal my heart
and accompany my night
I want to value time
as the sheets remain cold
while I live without a map
absorbing the dust that shapes me.
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