we’re scrappers hunting in bins and mouths we spin on the tilted earth unbalanced and our faces bare my friends beside me, and the overgrown place, in front there are hearts inside of us we are gathered quietness I am captivated by hints and the sip I took and the idea that there are worlds in the aftermath my scabbed fingers pluck the infinite sequence of skies there is an everyday my feet take root in water we feel the gentle touch of the same wave our feet are parallel on the shoreline toes as anchors we are kids and also giants we are messy when we breathe.
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I love the creativity in this!