somehow lonesome here
spinning and dizzy and a few drinks in
the lime pith caught somewhere between going and gone
and I, too
here with rosy cheeks and unkempt hair and a desire to be loved free
I’ll hold me- tight
And write this moment down, store it somewhere good,
Coax it into the light from time to time,
the moments of spinning from one lonesome moment to the next
thousands of miles from home.
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