i think you hit too close to home
with your eyes closed
what a gift you have
to plunge inside so blindly and easily
i felt less hollow
for holy moments
i should have asked you to stay
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
