It hurts if I push with the left

so I let go of the right burden

and I feel lighter…

but not graceful,

more like a mushroom

blooming and spewing spores

like words like sweet toxins

to make the time float higher.

I like when we rest.

I like soft moss beneath my feet.

I like how you pick up my thread

when I unravel.

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