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how is it possible? (a poem)

i am not completely certain
that you are not a dream
or
that i have not lost my mind
as i lean into your arms
a feeling as clean as air
rain storms on a cold grey day
you
have
opened
threads in my heart
i had hidden away
afraid
to be alone
to be lost

you’ve pulled those strings
into a backpack
for the future
walks on the beaches
around the world
touching
every
second
from here on out

1-2-23

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