alone. some would say, down on my luck
learning to listen - focus, choose.
pen handed, love sanded... instrument beat, arpeggro meet heart, sweet
heart, reunion, hunter, desiree, hunter, desiree
walking, walking, walking, running, jumping,
humming, thumping, strumming down the street
and to the lake... make bake shake wake.
it must have been the soft summer breeze or the
sequence of summer, I believe you are bad at ping pong.
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