Flood my blood
at the edges of bed
our naked feet splinter
saplings, new miracles
Ravines of sheets
spin ghosts of arrival
taut wrist, tattered skin
bud, bury, holler: home
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at the edges of bed
our naked feet splinter
saplings, new miracles
Ravines of sheets
spin ghosts of arrival
taut wrist, tattered skin
bud, bury, holler: home
_
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