I’m coming into my own
I’m coming home
once lost at sea
marooned by the desert in me
grains of sand pouring from my eyes
shards of glass dripping from the sky
oh, this heart of mine
has the wings of a swallow
and measures love
in nautical miles
sinking into the unknown
imprints left on my soul
pollinate me across oceans
wherever you are
is where I wish to grow old
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