she told me:
IWONDERHOW
ITFEELS
TOBELOVED
BYYOU
i wander dirt paths
thinking,
searching for what you feel.
i opened my eyes, love
but i can only smell
freshly buried
wanderlust.
things have suffocated
between us
deeply dug.
if you wander deep enough
your cause is stitched to me
we have become one
in the most numerous ways
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