It swelled to the surface
And broke the skin
A growing storm
Uncontrollable̷
What was once held so close
Has decayed
All hope turned to
Hold your breath
And everything will change.
The seed will live.
I should have turned
To you
And said
"It's alright,
Darling,
This truth has buried its fire
Deep into your kiss
Burning clean
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