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lost things

November 10, 2016

the letters that I write
that I never write down;
the letters that I write down
but never send

the dreams I had before
I dared to dream anew;
the raindrop that longs
for the ocean
while the rain falls in the wrong places,
on plastic flowers and
astroturf

on those days when you realise
the answers came the other day
and you put them down in
a safe place, and you have
to retrace your steps and
figure out where you put them

what colour is your name,
what time is your skin?
what sweet things are to be found
deep, deep in sweet loss?

the new challenge is to let it stay
let this feeling stay
the new challenge is to let it stay

searching for the ocean
or searching for the source
with or without buyer’s remorse
out here where the souls collide
out here in the lingua franca
out here on the edge

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