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When it aches, when it blooms
Hello, dearheart,
Have you been well? I hope you'll let me know what you think of this poem too.
you have a plot of land in my chest
it aches in your absence,
the ground creaks and groans it's pain
as you do not tend to it
but oh, how it blooms in your presence,
or at the sight of your smile,
the memory of your hand in mine
when it aches
and when it blooms
is when I take the measure of its acreage the best
tangled are the roots,
deep and integral
more vast than I should ever have allowed you.
All my love,
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