there's an
unexpected art
in endurance
grasping onto
what I
think reality
is supposed
to look like
memories never
leave your bones
bad and good
traces skin
edges of stars
play in dreams
a calming sound
a sea salt kiss
everything
lain out
like a map
of the heart
never to be
pulled apart
I'm a book
leaf trough
my pages
take the time
to actually know
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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