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you may see my hands
curling to strong fists
strong enough to crush
all that makes me fragile
but I hope your eyes will
be fixed there
hoping that it will not drop
towards my feet
for I am afraid
that you may see my knees
trembling, crackling whispers,
ready to bend
and to be fragile again
in your presence

will never be mine
will never be yours
but will always be ours
forever

died on the vine

I could have stretched the trellis for our free spirits
thriving on this beautiful journey