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a fluorescent full moon
guided {us}
quilted moths.
gravel crunched,
nails clicked.
where the wall
meets the sidewalk
leaked the giggle
of a shared secret.
we’ve encrypted these moments
like the fingerprints
that grip the world –
gently, but with purpose.

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emily@stringinghimalong.com

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