backseat

our love

took a backseat

to car pooling

.

.

.

we did

we did

they did not

we are real

they are not

we are certain

they are not

let us forget them

before

we lose sight

of ourselves..

.

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.

velvety embraces

I

laze on velvety embraces

yielding our understanding

slivers of pun hovers in afterthought

shadowy hideout usher new grounds

yet imbues nothingness

nondescript imagery..

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