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Jan 2022
the roman numeral balloons
will soon deflate to meet the floor
of our home and soon you’ll consume
all of me and continue to beg for more
i felt like life would flourish in my skin
your favorite flora in my veins, intertwined
i never think about the end when i begin
but at least sunflowers leave seeds when they
die.
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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