or have i too often
craving miracles
we mimic the openness
of the ones we love
...
it's the sparkle you become
when you conquer anxiety
like a virus needs a body
as soft tissue feeds on blood
some day i'll find you -- one day i'm there
...
my sweet adversary
you know i gave it all
trying to match our continents
to change seasonal shift
to form a mutual core
...
this eruption undoes stagnation
you didn't know i had it in me
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