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
1:13 pm mst
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