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once i called a house plant a bandage & wow to recover & to neglect are not the same thing i am young but old enough to understand like you know the past or the scarring or

incessance the call to heal

today I pull the ghost of a vegetable from my bread sometimes my love is so small but at the same time everywhere tonight in a dream i hold the man by the hand tell him love stops pouring when the glass says when once here

in another life i affirm the water

I died by the flood i rise

i float

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