and how it diffuses in the fog
a liminal glow, somewhere between
right now, adulthood or something like it
in the middle of nowhere, South Dakota
and the summers we used to spend
and the summers we used to spend
catching lightning bugs with our bare hands
and running at high speed with bare feet
I want to preserve the magic
in a peanut butter jar
but the magic tends to burn off
when the sun comes up
<3
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