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She knows.
She knows how much is worth.
Knows what a woman can
when her to move has been taken away.
Frozen, in shadows.
out to the wind,
hidden the garden.

What if roses stories they cannot tell?
if God's voice is in the quietist things I've said?
I'm thin blooded. always
tipping, tipping, to and fro.
Dancing magnesium in the of the flame.
hot hearted,
but always boiling to the heat of own drum.
It is the sum of my living.
And I've just been to find my way.

Stillness.
I feel like a I've never told.
Tucked tightly between the of my conscience.
cannot be held.
Hands reaching out for empty.
Hearts racing a bearing paradise.
Love longing, but lasted.
Why you let go?
habits.

In a perfect world I be a thunderstorm.
Rain everywhere at once,
like big diamonds on my melting into reverie.
Lightly itself present,
bowing beneath the clouds,
being affected, transposed.

A set of hands on the hills of my body,
its shape together.
the fears.
Keeping these lens from to pieces.
the sky breaks apart, and the weight culminates,
will my fingers nail the of blood
and the absence of
Can I keep the door open and the lights on in the
Will the trees still me home again?