a lake is deep

for a reason.

the bottom just out

of reach,

a breath

and a brush

away,

at the tips of your fingers

while the water

drags you

down.

the stars are endless

for a reason.

too many to count,

too many to see,

right before our

eyes

but too far to touch

like a memory

in a photograph

or the last breath

of spring.

but,

love is not

synonymous

with the expanse of space

nor the depths of the sea;

a pariah

that wears her mothers face

 and a girl

that hopes to be a woman

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