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Category Archives: Mematic Me
We Get to Carry Each Other
Grass knows everything about stillness.
Promises set down and forgotten.
One up, one tethered to gravity.
Both right.
Roses bloom without applause.
Afternoon arrives on its terms.
A door stands open.
It always stood.
You believed the first life was the life.
Then light shifted.
Then hearts rolled over.
Then you understood.
Or Under The Seat
