I'm over my head with water and ocean,
Trying not to sink with wounds,
Hang open.
Beauty in a wave comes falling,
...
Words spoken are not always forgotten,
stuck in memory and remembered in beauty and ugliness.
I have become a house,
an ever present place of survival and birth of these words,
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You are someone's sun,
their moon,
and stars.
A museum of quilted and shared hearts,
...
My mind is a place
Of dark clouds and
Endless rain,
It is a cavity through which
...
A bullet of wind and ice whips through the tree,
leaves scatter and fly towards me.
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