we bend,
spines touching green
fingers of spring.
loving the warmth
in my esophagus
i might never
come back down,
and this spot
will hold me as i
decompose.
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beautiful word choice and i love the feeling i got when i read 'the warmth in my esophagus'
i think also the fact that it's not so long is awesome as well, i really love short poems
thanx for sharing!



