With her

She  was in love.
who is always carrying something,
who fought through
a hundred wars 
prickling beneath her skin.
who healed.
who lived
write about people
as if she's already in love with them,
or at least, falling her way to.
her fingers tangle every poem with
a future that might only exist
here, with her . 






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