fall headlong alongside each other
while roots cling on to the sides of bark
made of rotting flesh and gold
and when the earth began to realise
containment of what was not its own
spitting out fragments of sand and gold dust
lain deep in hiding for centuries
i hid my face deep in your coat
while you sobbed along the darkness
somewhere between the lines
i saw specks of gold dust
clinging desperately
to the fibres of your coat
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