in the left side
of the curvy part
where heart
and blood meet
thistles dig
deep
dig deep
into
flesh
into skin
into raw
where you've been
circling me
with and gone
gone and within
where tongue meets
skin
and salt of
thistles in the evening
come nightfall
come sunrise
you are in all
and yet still
so far
far
away
thistles
in the left side
of the curvy part
of heart
where life
and feeling
meet
over and over
over
again.
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