Blackout Poetry

There was genius in biding time to chat in the drizzle where exchanging conversation was like summer: young, brilliant, perfect

To save him, fly alone to the woods, some beautiful fantasyland
he imagined wild romance but his fantasy was impractical

Lives lost in the pursuit of lonely places/The first response was to climb past the edge of the world/The spirit, the imagination/one is moved by their courage, their innocence, and their desire

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