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twenty nine

has anyone ever told you

just how much of the universe you contain?

look at you.

blue rivers trickle down your arm

and snake around your wrist

shadowed by constellations dotted

across the sky of your skin.

this skyline is split by a neat row

of rolling mountains

curving down your back, hemmed

in by two gently jutting canyons of bone.

the bone creates bridges stretched across your lungs,

protecting these givers of air.

flowers grow from your irises,

sunsets melt on your cheeks,

and every curve and bump and line

of this body,

your body,

creates a constantly growing landscape.

just look at you.