I clumsily bump the door open with loaded arms
hearing your voice before I see your face and the air
in my chest is caught for a moment
at your ever-changing wildness and my ever growing
I don't need this and so I cherish it
and the lighter I hold you the heavier
the auger that bores into my
emptying me until I am 


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