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I'm so glad

that I can sit here

watching my foot do circles

on the ceiling


I thought my legs were broken

I thought there was no here


that my shepherd rests his head

on my wide and resting thighs


I thought love was a trick

I thought my thighs were

dogs


that every time I eat alone

my running heart can calm

I thought you were still watching

I thought I'd never

be alone



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