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Rose Quartz

October 20, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

Where the murky pink of you,

Is covered in specs of soil

I’ve fed you to feed me

And I will bury you deeper

For the depths of my heart.

And make you warmer 

With the warmth of the earth.

The press on my palm as I clench you closer

And feel the emerald burn inside of me.

You don't like rain; I can’t keep you dry 

My tears only forced you to swim.

But I clean you up to float again

Or perhaps I’m floating on you.

 

 

 

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