fold your heart
and fly my hair waves
of breaking continents of sound
breaking tunnels of echoing
glass
the melting mountains sing to me
wanting to swallow me
slice me, silently
rising with the fog, dripping
sweet sirens, soothing
bare, mellow. salmon, sorrow.
you sigh alone
you know if i’m at home
you sighed so silent
oh alone
you saw me fall down
like snow.
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