Attenuated heart
Wounded from the exhaust
Bruised and bled sore
Healed by the garden
Two peas in a pod
Tending to the flowers
Mending the core
Pulsating new with desire
To feel better post red letter
Teaming vessels of light
Coursed through the veins
Off the pages in flight
From the soles of my feet
Climbs each vertebrae
Night rings up to skull
Lips round the bottle of life
Vilified and godlike
Innocent grasshoppers chime
Every pure drop drips
Indistinguishably right
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Poétique 