even when i slip amongst the toes;
my shoe slips off
and back on you it slips.
i only try it on,
between thin leaves and moss.
and slopes are you married,
slippery, such wiles.
your conversation moves me,
to grasp each moon.
and rocks give way,
beneath our souls, each toe.
while peacocks
roam out side your heartfelt walls.
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