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Quarter tonic
Sugar with sugar
Sweet tongue
Semolina Lena

Noncognizant strikes
Dodge brother, dodge
Relentless moving
Those dark eyes always worth it

What I would give
To make this right
To step out of character
Or am I in one now?

Tired of this
Fearing its endlessness
The closer I am to one
The farther I am from both

When the notes I hear
Or the words, dear
My world flips
But I’m quarter built

Flipping like it’s
Practice makes perfect
Play the notes, play
As close as I can get

Limits limit
But memories punish
Flabbergasted and expectant
What are you doing? Incredulous

I am flipping and practicing
Playing notes and replaying nostalgia
Giving love like watering the parched
Learning to strike the balance

Leave me be, demons
You turn sustenance into air
After I’ve fed my soul
I shall have my peace

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When our eyes first met
Enchanted by your voice
Your beauty and your chaos
Delightful layers
Just a hint of tired
Well-hidden under a smile
I reached out to soothe
What doesn’t appear to need it.

Not aware of our depths
We counted our breaths
How far could we dive?
Again and again
Enough
You called it
We miscounted
The clouds passed
As we resuscitated
And the sunshine
Sun-shone our positions
Unbalanced chaotic
Hurt with every stroke

And now?
We remember without connecting
On standby while we move on
Our story at a standstill.