at the age of thirteen
i spent marked time
growing intimate
using every sense
to solidify my relationship
with love
Moons have past
nights have torn
and bled and cried
i've weathered
every perfect storm
but i'm alone at last
Now I slumber
and I wait
I seek for a time
where I can
reignite my love
where I can
rise from the sea
and pass through
the countless colors
and know I'm at home
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