I've almost got it figured in
I'll caress the bones of misery
as our mystery unfolds
we'll crawl into the dirt
turned over like earths-worms
we'll dig deep into the surface
together we could curve around
our hips
and
stick
slip
spiral
. 
.
down
feel the damp comfort
of distance
from negligence
where you and I
can embrace
our own natural magnetism.
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