First Everything

First words

First steps

First questions

First principles

First loves

First lines

First dreams

First flights

We all being somewhere till we find

Our first everything in someone. 

© REBELLICCA, 2020
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Imperfectly Crafted

Perhaps you feared
You.
You
In me
With me
Through me
Around me
Caught up in our
Forever.
So
You
Banished
All memories of
Us
Into an exile of
Parallel realities
Where no
Future is
Safe or
Possible.
Yet
The present of our
Past
Bleeds through
These imperfectly crafted
Dimensions
Reminding
You
Of our
Unavoidability.

©REBELLICCA, 2020

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