what time is it there?
are you awake?
you are becoming a caricature under my breath
I dream about you, still
still, I know
I have a freshly pressed image
of you screaming on the train
in czech
waving your soft hands indiscriminately
how measured they can be
how infallible they can be
– sheila c
sheila sea 
Always a treat to see you post again. Thanks for the joy I experience from the power of your writing.
Harlon
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That’s such a lovely compliment. Thank you so much, Harlon.
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Awaiting new treasures for u to share so I get to jump into the old…
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Aw, thank you so much. You don’t know how much that means to me. ❤
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I’m a poet also, of course I do…lol
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I definitely mean it on a personal level.
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