a deck of
worn-out,
well-played cards.
a few scattered
photos
of bronzed
and happy people,
3 days
spent here.
a place we all
can call
our home,
biological or
pretending.
rambling words
and fading pencil marks
gently surround
a 5-string guitar
and
a mexican blanket.
 
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