the sum of all my parts is not fixed.
not set to a given point, it remains
undecided like our love.
We makes claims then retreat them,
steps then retrace them.
Hands etch forward then decline
in movement.
Backtracks are our secret language.
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Rêveries ✓
Poetrylove poems to strangers i'll never meet; an ode to heartbreak and the bleak divine-ness of it all. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Kate H.
