pebbles in her mouth
rocks on her tongue
clicking teeth in your sleep like a
little bird
you sing all the songs her soul knows
move your feet to the thrumming
of her pulse
each tear is an
ocean for you
to explore
every footprint a
history to unearth
can you read the story in her pupils
can you hear the crying when she laughs
you never hold on too tight but
what if one day she
began to float and
was gone?
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