Here lies my bones, had I been born with a body...

you always plucked my mind straight out of my head and sent it leaping through the streets, or flying across powerlines on rolling fields of corn

when i reached out my hands, i become the mist in the clouds and when i took my breath for a walk, i watched it stay heavy
                    heavy

i looked at myself and thought
"my skin is the colour of sunset,
yours like freshly baked bread"


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