№ 97


subversive strings
echoing from
the nighttime corners
of ethereal worlds

whisper secrets
we thought lost
accidentally,
or on purpose

nighttime tendrils
dancing in hushed silence,
disturbing nothing
but our hearts

little habits
playing in cool darkness,
beckoning us to come
and dance in the rain

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