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i drape myself in you


now that these are exposed

i hope flowers will grow here

that roots will go deep

 

i leave these to you

all that's written

all that's left unsaid

 

that your breath might fill

these cavernous places

that a river might flow through it

 

everything else is left for another time

hold and seal the living things

take the detritus

 

and continue

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