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[untangledknots]

Turn around before you turn to dust. I am the nearest one to you.
Or if the desire grows to splinter truth,
I will sit, sifting fingers through the infinite grains of you,
for my attention will stay as you consume.

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[unfoldingvoyage]

This is so beautiful. You are so beautiful. I wish I could write as well as you do.