A friend of mine waits,
her body still
and open
for life
to burrow
into her,
to unfold,
to make her
its own.
I don’t quite know who
I’m whispering it to
but I say it
over and over:
please
become.
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A friend of mine waits,
her body still
and open
for life
to burrow
into her,
to unfold,
to make her
its own.
I don’t quite know who
I’m whispering it to
but I say it
over and over:
please
become.
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