It had to be a dried love
too much wetness
too much wetness
means
we'll
drown
On rainy days we can satiate
with only our dried lips
too much wetness
can make
us drown
You can confess
I can confess
bodies work with
confessional
ease
There's a note elsewhere
it hangs
saying I'll drop the kids
saying I'll comb my hair
saying some stones
of a pillar
wrought
all
in a dried
floor
nothing cracks
mud is wet
it hurts
it cracks
like virgin love
symbolized in flesh
you can carry your groceries
I lead the lies
all homes have little lamps
to stars, what do they design?
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