relics of mind – III

of a memory held in it’s infancy.

i stand here, unshaken, un-touched, bewildered looking, yet there’s the smile on my face, looking, onwards to you, yet un-frozen, and what you say keeps me moving the flatiron back-and-forth. yet my heart struggles to get out of the paper shredder of this moment.

then again, i wish to stay, to be harmed by the beautiful response back.

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