Synchronized. A person is riding a bicycle into a distant hillside. The sun is setting in the sky, showing the warm colors of dusk.


A poem that found me while riding my bicycle in the early evening hours of Georgia.

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I put on our playlist,Pure poetry to untrained ears. My heart taken by the hand,But led back to the Atlantic blue,Wondering if I am singing your tune?

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Throwback draft: An untitled poem

I was cleaning out my saved personal messages on Telegram and found this untitled poem. I wrote this on or around May 27th, 2016.

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