Withering tree
give your beauty
to me
raging storm
give all your strength
to me
because
my collapsing arms
have died in defeat
There's too much
to discern
from this back seat
what will we do
when this shallow world
breaks open
and bleeds?
I've slipped my finger
inside the holes
but I can't hold
the sea
would you come and wrap
your arms
come and wrap them
around me
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