oh baby
my loved one
built of ignorant sugar and the taste of honey
one melts one is the product of travel
one is defended by the memory of the stings
even knowing as you do
that it can all fall apart
darling girl, that it will fall apart
can you let yourself
can you choose want
in this moment not the drunken kind
angrily ignorant of pitfalls
but the one of the sun rising over the horizon
in the morning
the one that is so constant
that makes no promises
but to endure.
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