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A Thought/An Idea

By Jelisa Gonzalez | October 2, 2023

I see you glisten from the illuminated box

My eye doesn’t look off

I’m holding you,

Clutching the four corners

Studying every nook and cranny of your existence

Cherishing how much I actually have

You so profoundly reveal who you are

But are you who you say you are?

Or are you a curated existence?

Only an automated sense of you,

Wish it were a denotative sense of you

An idea, I’d have if you were here

Is my hand intertwined with yours

Swinging and clinging to one another

Against the world

Then again,

It’s just a thought

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