I don’t want
be lost
in pages in
you or curl away
Who, really
is you, me?
I don’t
want be lost
of pages of
looking up
lame with ground
ghost eyed
I don’t want
be lost
if pages in
order lay
mountain you sea
(all that between)
No haunt!
No be lost!
Page into page
a ribbon
on wind day
come loose
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