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Sep 2020
Our twisted bodies
collided into one another,
like bits of angry Earth
reaching for the horizon.
And beneath our bed of dirt
we rose like mountains.
Deprived of oxygen,
but still
I could not help

but to dance upon your peaks.
For my lover and friend. What beautiful mountains we have built using only our hands and hearts.
Krystal M Toney
Written by
Krystal M Toney  F/Texas
(F/Texas)   
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