v. the choice

searching is a rigid betrayal of intricate. a violation of love’s own lexis.

(or different)

so fated.
so lingered.
so ceased.
so accepted.
so disconnected.
so hid your knees again.
and waited.

she looked west along the water. as pink as the sky was soft.  her hat gliding on the wind, already too far off to try and catch it.

(smile)

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