Welcome to my head.
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Tread lightly, heavy feet make for loud echoes.
Whether they are mine or yours, feet or echoes,
is up to you.
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Hold my words gently in the palm of your hands like they belong in the diary of your older sister or like a token given to you by the neighbor's little girl on their front porch in June.
These words are yours now but no matter how you hold them, hold them close.
YOU ARE READING
Sea Salt Lagoon: A Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems I have been writing over the years. It isn't finished yet, but here they are. ©Book cover is my design
