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alone we grow

I can feel your relief

sink into the pit 

of my unwanted corridors.

The closing click of a corrosive

exchange in in weary words. 

I find myself lost in translation.

You find yourself beneath 

what can not be designed. 

You fade into me for safe keeping.

Snatched from the tangible. 

The creaking corners of our limbs forced to stretch.

Alone we grow. 

Together we dream.