I can always write you, tears, sunshine windows,
gently returning appetite, slow dance with life,
my heart spread out like fire, like water,
beating again and again, because it just does.
I could sing you fears, peripheral ache I ignore,
love washing over every minutest movement.
I look in the mirror, remember, this is my life.
I gather memories, moments like blankets,
keep warm before the ever-unknown.
Love is woven here.

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