Untitled, original poem #37

as nearly repulsed as blessed
 i guess
your world
my time
and whatever's next
so i'll rest

light slants in
 cloud filtered
and i am blank like glass
memories
 moments
  and youthful women pass


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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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