miss

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somewhere in this egosystem we see fireflies
if we just know where to look.
though there’s holes in my ozone,
i know how to put curtains around them now
and to take my friend by the arm
to assure her that there is zen
in here
in this
this… fertilizer.
and yes, indeed, that is a lovely shade
of bitter you’re wearing,
but that’s also why i love you.
why i hold your hand through
the dark spots of the park.

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