graceful trip

suspended on the

soft slow sounds

of someone’s soul

glistening with the

gloom glow ghosts

of greetings gone

lifted by the

lost low light

of lingering love

forgotten for the

first flow fingers

of following fears

raptured in the

real row rings

of repressed reason

daunted without the

dare doe doubts

of dated decisions

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