cracked palms,
dry hands,
hard working minds, they search over
my body.
quiet eyes, half sleep world
and undertone of voices
whispering sighs and hollowed
out thoughts
scooped out like the flesh of avocado.
that's where i would follow you
like fuzz in the air that drifts
and sneezes on the flesh.
i would follow the air around you.
blinded minds and heavy blankets
are a sea bed of so many creatures
you have seen and i have never heard of.
you see so many things i wont ever.
you see so many things in me
cracked palms searching over.
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i can't even say anything about these anymore. they are all beautiful. :)
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