love (unending) that is
all i want.
my skirt
flies up in the wind
outside
the two church doors
and i see you. sun shines.
i feel
not myself, like
i am living in somebody else's clothes.
your grief, it fits me
like a glove.
i open up to the wild bobbing clouds
and
i talk back.
this is what it want. and
here
(i go)...
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