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I bloom from the hunger of open hands, fingertips buried in the trembling dirt, spreading—aching—splitting wide, as roots curl through the marrow of me. No mouth, yet I part like petals, dripping the breath of something raw, something wanting. Thorns press into the silk of my skin, trailing a path of whispers and wounds, pain and pleasure braided like vines. I am the altar and the offering, the tender ruin of soil turned to song, a body undone in the slow unfurl, slick with the sweat of surrender. Stem deep, I rise, pulled by the gravity of want— a flower gasping for the sun, wild with the fever of its own bloom.
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I bloom from hunger in hands Fingertips sink deep in dirt I spread, I ache, I split Roots thread through my bones No mouth, yet I open Breath drips warm and raw Thorns press into silk skin They trace whispers and wounds Pain and pleasure braid vines I wear the mark and rise let me open, oh let me let go I am altar and offering Soil turns to song, tender ruin This body undoes, slow unfurl Slick with sweat of surrender I lean into ache for light My root drinks fire and rain Stem deep, I rise, pulled close Gravity of want lifts me A flower gasps to the sun Wild with its own bloom let me open, oh let me let go Thorn Thigh Open Oh Slow Glow
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