attempting cursive

charisma

maps,

traced into the sand.

we’re carving curved canyons,

inside the palms of our hands

and the

castles,

drizzled into a rise.

but soon to be concealed

by the elevation of tides

and the

mysteries,

imprinted into an appeal.

we’re unfolding our charisma

so the unknown can feel real.

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