i hear you like echoes
as they weave thru the
mountaintops
and if we’re being
transparent here
you’d look at me
differently
knowing
the shadows i move
out of these bright lights
hidden out of
sight
you have proxies at the ready
and dark deeds
to be finished in
silence
shared echoes my way
and me longing
for the doorway clearly marked
exit
exit in a reflection
- June 3, 2026, 10:33 p.m.
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