.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

11.23.2003

loose [end}s tangled with a distant {familiar]ity
that you can't seem to bring yourself
to wear around your neck
(in fear that what is woven from my hands
will become too close to your heart)
.i'll see you_____
sometime.

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