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Like A Pixies Song

I’m here

There
Aware of what you carry
All things to everyone
And I don’t seek
To overwhelm
But to offer a
Place of rest
A grove of warm shadow
The rush of waves
And the taste of ozone
As I awake on your lips
Wash it away with coffee
And the whisper of ‘enough already’
I’m here and there and
Everywhere
Still delighted by you
 as I carry
My own weight
With me, be the change
You hide from everyone
Loud and quiet
Like A
Pixies
Song
I am the place
You can run to
When you can’t
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