This is not Sewing.

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This is Sowing nothingness.

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To curve your time.

 

Feel free to touch the wound.

 

Precariously born,

 

Words sound like swords.

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In this Fragility

 

We Move

 

We Come

 

We Go

 

We Bloom 

 

We Kiss

 

We Love

 

We Destroy/

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We Delete

 

We Replay

 

We Vineyard

 

We Ocean

 

We Moon

 

-and Sky

 

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We Rocks

 

-and cliffs  

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We Run 

 

We Dive

 

We Hide

 

We Mouth

 

-and Eyes/

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We Dance

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-The Dance

 

We Myth

 

-The Myth

 

We Sun 

 

-the                     

                      Sun

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We Drink 

 

-and Drunk

 

We Touch

 

-The Touch

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We Breath

 

-The Breath

 

 

We Lighthouse

 

We Abyss

 

We Kids

 

We Pomegranate

 

We Dandelion

 

We Swords 

 

We Words

 

We Silence.

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We Red

 

-and Blue

 

We Fly

 

We Fruit

 

We Waves

 

We Come

 

We Go.

 

We

 

        We

 

                         We.

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In this this fragility we've lived.

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