I know you are distant, love. For good reason,
times like these make your shoulders weak and your knees knock.
Unsure of what life could bring with me, perhaps?
I've been so down before,
down into a self-hating well where I germinated and was stunted.
That was then and this is now. And I've crawled out.

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My roots are growing into soil below; my ancestors nourishing me.
My limps are reaching for the sun and the moon.
You should have no worries now because I seek the light.

Grow, green leaves. Grow high, stem of mine. Grow bright and pigmented, red red petals.
Grow, grow, grow toward the sky.

Join me, love of mine.
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