translations


i found melancholy
nestled between mementos that breath
that inhale
in ink
in pen

that send words of …. inspiration
across beats
resounding,
in bass
in steady repeats

i found the language of life
asleep in experience
in those eyes
that stare
that stare
and so i ask,
while you breath…
could i borrow your air?

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