random access memories
random access memories warm synapses fire cool bullets of dopamine at my unfocused morning mind she is there always there a deep dart that cannot be removed only scraped over…
no return from murano
no return from murano getting off the boat on the wrong side of venice gave my new wife and me time to explore the alley-side of it all walking through…
she was
she was the dream i kept building turning towards the dawning waves of daylight as if i'd never known love the dream i was leaning into along the rocky shores…
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