Something
it trickles into evening
this weird certain
Some thing
makes for fuzzy light
how do i say
landing on soft grass
after a day in a tree
spying on turtles
seeing the moon on a lake
while Lou Reed changes my mind
just enough
that I put him back in the playlist
This isn't that
a reflection of the memory
of happy
not so highstrung
just a sweet plateau
where I can lean
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