I touch only where you tell me to.
You told me to feel the vines
running along this rock Like the
veins skimming your skin
You told me once-
My sparrows can’t look away from you,
mirrors do nothing but show your face.
Tell me darling, are you having this problem?
I couldn’t answer you at all
I was practically nonexistent A shadow
until I felt those roots again-
feel you again-
A sparrow swoops close by.
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