‘Sweetest fruit come
Quenching parched,
Now cleave
Now join -
So as I grasp
And gasp for air beneath
Life’s heaviness adrift
As your weight drops to lift
Me in and out from my mind
As the ups and downs I see
Of how you pour deep into me
When numbness I can’t find
Lower down to where I fall
With words you may not know
The part of me that I can’t see
The you my heart makes grow’
~IW~ From – Idiot Writing
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