my heart is being burrowed
open
by earthworms and skyfish
lightening in summer
warm wormholes in winter
all in the same second
i want to kiss you
i want to drown
i grow like
moss with a bad sense of direction
i love
like a broken compass
love me like
earthworms
loving the rain
by instinct
by necessity
when we know hope is
cruel
and happy is false
we grow determined
feet planted strong as
river current
as gentle as
nothing gentle at all
all in the same second
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