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My body is mountains disguised in flesh
Fields of grain waving in the breeze
My body is plateaus and canyons
And every hill you’ve ever climbed
A body with hands like maps
Allow me to trace your highway veins
Intertwine your fingers in mine
And learn my roads, my cliffs
My body yearns to know your story
I’ve lost my map and I have no clue where I am going
The fear of not knowing has continued growing
The way I am has been lost for months
I am wandering down a river bed
Without a map in my hand
Or a plan thought up
I saw the water drifting and
Floated along with it
Sometimes our attempts to escape reality
The Girl Who Was Also a Map
It was winter when I first met her
I did not quite realize what she was
Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
It is weird that I am here.
Trapped.
On a beautiful island I cannot call my home.
I have no cell phone, no coffee, no friends of my own.
Deserted, I feel..alone.
