today i saw you scanning groceries at the check out,
and your arms were like trees i wanted to climb, barefoot, in the dark before the dawn.
i saw and thought you were probably scarred on your bones, or you scarred me to make my breathing so weak.
and then you turned around and looked at me, with a smile and voice that broke me to a billion pieces i would have liked you to pick up and try to reassemble into a shape, whatever you want, as long as you like it and i am it and you want me.
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