in the way that it is
the most rotten fruit
to swallow.
in the way that it haunts
me at night and
kisses me in the morning.
in the way that it sinks
but I can still touch it so
I sink with it.
in the way that it hates
to be written and
loves to burn in your hands.
in the way that it dies and
dies and
dies.
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