step on step,print on print.
Incomlete
poem. Off beat.
Be freed.
Be leaving the paper sheet
on the pane,
I'll read.
Word to word, soil to seed.
Love unfeeled,
I stand in the field,
Empty-handed, just wind
got caught in my arms.
The guilt
stings. It's wasp wings.
Flies fast in times.Speed.
Maximized. We agreed
To see later, but now I
am the one to wave you goodbye
from the other side.
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