Hambre del Alma

Your soul crawled into my soul
and as I turn you over, I can't wait to get to know you

I am standing in the same place in Arizona as
you were,
tasting the dirt in my stomach
And like you, my eyes are animalistic
hungry, debilitating beads of ice
Dying flowers of a year's rage

like open hands reaching upwards

we are one.

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