Threads

IMG_4108the clouds are clearing, there’s a space in my head, there are new words I’m hearing

faces to be seen, new sights, the horizon is gleaming 

desires are made to be met, like dreams

the universe conspires for the opposite of regret

proper design, a marriage of form and function

divulging secrets and revealing the deepest

things we’ve ever said, hours pass in minutes

we’re digging into each other’s thinnest thread

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