Like Unsent Letters

A red cheek flickers a cocktail
Of pre-sunsets
And water clinging to sweatshirts
A path between cliff face
And pleated pages
Opens up
Revealing calloused fingers
Attached to softened hands
Swinging in cadence
To the syncopation of breath and heartbeat

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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