each
and everytime
i reach
for a hand
and pull it into
that cave
that is my chest.
they find me
right at that very moment
when my eyes
and that clock attached to me
drop
in that toilet.
you love me
and i love you
and once again
we sleep inside
some holy grail
until our weight either cracks
or
solidifies the skin
and the only thing that we know
is that we will dwell
in this darkness
until we recognize
that hand
that feeds us
orbs of light.
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