A little collaboration this Tuesday. With me is A Rose Perished. This post is a bleeding of lost thoughts trying to find a meaning.
-DBL
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West
Wind Finds Me
As a child I left many doors closed
At times eyes shut with light switches up
Several evenings adorned I felt exhausted
I would need this for the trip back, she
said
Of course I conceded for lack of mis-contempt
Just this once, I cracked the window one
hair’s width
In this space entered
What I called AAron
Bringing back physical objects proved
difficult
Though not impossible
As I learn I void
Fully adorned I felt more fully exhausted
I remember a box with a square hole
This I found familiar
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