today
i finally moved
the bowls
we ate my ice-cream cake from
on a week+my birthday
(+1 day, technically)
it was
safe
to do it
now
life at times turns to a museum
and then back to walking through dimensions
glass-free
stuck
to a bit of berry
a hair
brown
semi-curly
i glided it away
and held it to
white backdrop
studying the length
sometimes
i can't tell the difference
between you and me
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