there was a shift in my face and I can not tell why and or from where.
pictures move in a rounding pattern
I'm not here to be a thorn
19 and 99 reminded the violin of another time
maybe we can draw smiles from the paint of raspberry finger tips.
pulled with uncontrolled joy and ankle pulsing with maybes
I'll swing toward the place of collapse in laughter!
one week away from a dinner date
two from a side step, then onward and upward!
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