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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

open the door

there's a wind that moves me
it moves me to my core
it keeps me up at midnight
it makes me long for more

there is a fire that burns me
it burns me to my core
it keeps me warm in winter
it makes of me a whore

there is a tree that guides me
it guides me to my core
it keeps my backbone anchored
it roots me to the floor

there is a sea that drowns me
it drowns me to my core
it keeps me moist in drought times
it makes my waters pour

there is a love that fills me
it fills me to my core
it keeps my heart wide open
it makes me loose my war

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