the weeds are dead, my cheeks are pink

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when i put things in my mouth
they become alive

grow

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i
bleed just so the world can retain its color

it began when he cried

"i am on fire,
i love you.” and suddenly i was water

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i used a string
to pull him out of my belly so
that he would not drown
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i can’t
help but think there is too much life in me