Not sure why I’m

January-blue.

I revert to child eyes,

reflected in you.

Brain bubbles

and blisters

and smiles?

I’ll hold it a while

then root down.

My toes will touch

center-Earth

and I’ll grow so small

so content

to stay in your palm

so long it exists

cupped, kissing icy

soil

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Written by corr5y (Instagram).

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