In this haze
There was you.
Strong arms,
Your words kind,
You lifted me high
And I flew.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
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In this haze
There was you.
Strong arms,
Your words kind,
You lifted me high
And I flew.