
it was close.
the days were the good kind of long.
and the hearts were the good kind of soft.
and the possibility of more.
ran. tart. in the air.
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Photograph by Annie Spratt

it was close.
the days were the good kind of long.
and the hearts were the good kind of soft.
and the possibility of more.
ran. tart. in the air.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Annie Spratt

and the eyes were shallow. with
pools at the burrows
of the tips.
and an ache
that stayed
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Photograph by Jessica Felicio

how narrow
must the margins
become
before
the lines
begin to fade
how hard
can we fight
to stay
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Photo by Anthony Tran
the condensation is rife
when steam
meets glass.
when heat
meets cold.
and finds something.
in-between.
the condescending is rife
when steam
meets glass
when heat
meets cold
and finds something
to keep
the in-between
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it was slow.
learning to let
the pain.
in.
but there are things
we do best
when we don’t know
we’re doing them.
and there are places
we arrive
when we don’t know
we’ve taken
the journey
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Photograph by Talles Alves