stardust and rust
...or: words about the fancysparkly and dusky bellies of being
August 18, 2011
turn yourself toward me
turn yourself toward me
with palms open
and exposed
we will weave our fingers
together
make intricate tapestries
we will hold
forever
in deep shade we
remember
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