Erin Nicole

Erin Nicole ode

Uploaded by Rob Smith

A million drips in a pond, two become one and it’s three so on and on, pull together in fluidity and force a flow through eternally soft and breaking to and back hands that fingers lack caress a shore a gentle wear, licking lines in sand veins and strands of hair, face forever changing in shape and form glass and drowned waving in a storm, pulsing heart is tidal and total finicky and prone to tears made of all creatures and all the years, a sum of you so pure and true in the midst of a mass you fell down blue but as you sit you stale on earth become brackish with fits of birth, what lizard call a crawl out we call life what man call a rain cloud i call wife.

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