Repetition

Drifting//shifting

eyes blind from traffic glare

leaving//arriving

weariness from existing in space between

turn//around

foyer lights accidentally left on

gift//response

blood vessels dried by the sun

flight//recourse

segments from a dream lived

passage//understanding

skin close to skin close to skin

dissolved//digitized

hands thin from wringing out ghosts

morning//mourning

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