Here.

In here
It can be the sour in the cake
It can be the numbing ease of the ocean
It can be the dry heat of Mexico
It can be the retraction in your step
It can be the strange little space I kept
It can be the lonely stain on your favorite shirt
It can be the soothing sound of years ago
It can be the moonlight feeling falling slow
It can be the caffeine buzz and glow
It can be the lightning love
It can be the taunting quiet unknown
It can be the gentle tapping far away
It can be the tugging tantrums of uncontrol.

C.E.

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