it brags it's sudden changea change I've hardly made
the ice of my regrets still only thawing
and it manages more meaning in a moment
than any life I've ever lived
And so I curl against your form,
and peek from narrow lashed windows
to count the suns in your eyes,
to contemplate the seasons
in the lines of your mouth
to trace the small valleys
and steep ridges of your collarbone
to realize yours is the only landscape that matters.
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