strange dreams

I harbor strange dreams.
at night, I inhabit
locales of wonder

tripping over
rusty, gold-glimmer crooked grins
lavender scented heart-stones
discarded keepsakes (lost, not broken)

this one, here.
I named hope
but I’ve forgotten

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