I think you are beautiful like plants sprout
and dew dries up and soil is a
mother to new plant children.
And everything
in between
is simply
evaporatory.
Substance you can fake
but in between
is where I find you.
I want to find a home in this
and
I want you to be building.
We can share
these walls.
We can find eachother
insulate.
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