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The need.

we curl up then extend,
we are tree roots searching the dirt
thousands of miles of sediment under our nails
when we finally reach
our shared shangri-la.

but we are reminded there’s a price for paradise-
headaches and dirty dishes,
a lost earring and nights
I need to be touched but I can’t bring myself
to ask for it because you dissecting my silence is half
the need.
Written by solve_et_coagula (Katherine)
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