bodies
bodies
of water
drift through
the midnight sky
centuries
of feelings
grated
to their smallest parts
and just one
lands on my palm
expands on my skin
i hold hope
in my open hand
the kind you feel
just below the surface
the kind that has the power
to unmake you
and make you again
hope for you
hope for us
hope for tomorrow
will you stand with me
in the falling dream?
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