a new heart
dancing cheek to cheek
in an empty warehouse
the floor is the consistency
of a tidal wave.
i marvel
at the way my body
assimilates
everything you leave inside of me
like an organ transplant
like growing a new heart
made from my tissue
and yours.
in an empty warehouse
the floor is the consistency
of a tidal wave.
i marvel
at the way my body
assimilates
everything you leave inside of me
like an organ transplant
like growing a new heart
made from my tissue
and yours.
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