it is a gift
that bleeds
that weeps
that aches
that melts
that sheds
that peels
that reels
that screams
it shakes and crumbles
expands and assembles
cracks and creaks
breaks and resembles
it sinks and quakes
makes waves and goes
still.
I tremble
it is mine
a gift to you
but mine and my own.
My hand found my heart, pressed--and I
exhaled.
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