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a meeting of mysteries

  • Writer: megan may walsh
    megan may walsh
  • Feb 17, 2025
  • 1 min read

my eyes find yours and we melt through mirrors like water.

but i fear your portal is different than mine.


we fly with winds from other planets and we fall just the same

but where i get lost in rewound clocks in mornings under the moon,

you get found on suspended towers swaying between ruins.






 
 
 

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