I carry stones in my mouth
sidewalks of stones
in black and white
where my feet should tread
I carry your stones in my mouth
from the outside in
with no path where to land my aching feet
then
feet turned roots in your hands
and my mouth opened wide
stones rolling from your name
onto mine
small stones
setting ground
between here and there...
sidewalks of stones
in black and white
where my feet should tread
I carry your stones in my mouth
from the outside in
with no path where to land my aching feet
then
feet turned roots in your hands
and my mouth opened wide
stones rolling from your name
onto mine
small stones
setting ground
between here and there...
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