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Come find me where the light stops — and shadows grow fuzzy, as if afraid to bleed.
Come find me where the buds push upward — soft earth giving way to merciful sun. Petals, exhaling.
Come find me where soul and body meet — one breath, holier than prayer.
Come find me where my name rolls — feral on your tongue, echoing on before it’s gone.
Come find me where ache and ecstasy tangle — until they share a single skin.
Come find me where the wild things are —
for here at last, I belong.
I, too, am a
wild thing.-June
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This is an absolute serve.
Beautifully written 🤍