Like the light that smokes
space steam
between our lips.
As your smell runny
between my toes,
and shakes.
As the winter that kills the leaves
to save the tree
or rain
the ashes of a burned forest.
So you're
cruel and indispensable
normal and unique,
tiny and cumbersome.
No reason
them alternatives.
Still far away.
Too close.
never mine.
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