Thousands…

within the little toes are present moments, tip toeing to the purple view, bruised… I need you, I need you to allow me to be you, I almost got there once, with pointed toes, daddy played with them, mommy cleaned them, I almost got there once, until they were broken, by a moment of incomplete summons, I thought I was left, I thought I was gone, my toes labeled themselves, “don’t go, you can’t get in, you won’t, you aren’t…and the blood went up thru my veins undone…

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