He knows the most intimate corners
Where I hide my heart, and he pulls it out and makes it face the sun
And he knows how to strip the husks
Off the seeds of all my hope, and plant them there beneath the rays
So that before him I grew, into a wild tree trunk
With branches that stretched towards the sky
And roots that dug themselves below the earth
Creeping and feeling, exploring the dampness until they found his
And there we stood intertwined, and I blossomed
Blooming only for him
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