Is there a new me?
I haven’t felt my atoms juggle
Or the breeze touch my face
In years
            That were so long I ached
From forgetfulness.
          Watching
laughter ripple in other bodies
        I fumbled for eagerness
Longing for it
                   Like you longed to say words trapped in idioms

In definitions of language.

We suffered excitedly
Thinking it to be a prelude.

It was so.

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