Giant’s footsteps.
My rhythm slows
And the whole world drops.
The bottomless thump of those words pocket my breath
And I am frozen with a fire in my belly.
My splintering anger is swallowed
By this irrepressible love for you.
In the worst of times, I am always yours.
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