clay.
the days go slow
so unlike the water
drenching
pouring
rivers
down
my
spine, a cascade of fears
all envelope me
draining
into the riverbed, (eye) for (eye)
am
worth
less than you
are
worth
everything to me.
the days go slow
so unlike the water
drenching
pouring
rivers
down
my
spine, a cascade of fears
all envelope me
draining
into the riverbed, (eye) for (eye)
am
worth
less than you
are
worth
everything to me.
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