3WW, Poetry

3ww.latent

we wander as one and shadow
forgetful of the bite between
a slight sliver of space and self

one step follows another and
when we meet an impasse
the downhill side smiles

calm calamity casually calls
telling us a story of freak and fret
where without walks wanting
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three word wednesday:  sliver, downhill, freak

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