when the world seems to crumble,
when she can’t stand straight
the ocean has no water, the sea has no salt
a burning sensation, yearn for life
days seem confusing
a thick, pulp HAZE
makes it hard read
the names of the days, but
when his eyes intertwine with mine,
a sidewalk behind us, holding us up
when his soul lifts mine, and we reach
higher, higher, higher
we collect the quaint night sky
stars as the Coyote ho w l s
the river rushes in as he
kisses my heart,
tighter
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