i crossed a river.
and could not go home.
could not.
go home.

i waded.
from the shallow bank
to the deep water
to the shallow bank
on the other side.

my feet touched sand.
grainy and rough.
they felt like sharp glass,
which ironically they were.

there were scratches on the balls of my feet.
my toes might have bled. but i fought the waves.
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"when you are in love...
it is like
pouring molten lava
on a bed of ice
and as the sizzling destroys
layer upon
layer of your defenses
revealing the deep pool of vulnerable water underneath
you understand you heart -
a tool of
infinite potential and unlimited possibilities
is merely an organ
that beats only when
threatened
and bleeds
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