Poetry · Writing

ii

Truth exists somewhere between the dark and the light

holding our hands out

floating down the stairs

between existing and not.

We love each other dearly

holding our hands out

catching the sun

chasing the moon.

You never-

you never smile with your eyes

they’re a wanderer

fielding dreams

a true i by i.

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