Your Body, A City
I am slowly learning all my favorite parts of you.
There is a river running through you;
You are one of the lucky ones.
There are parts of you some hate
And I hate that.
I could swear you were innocent once,
Though you have moved on and don’t like to talk about it.
Deep within, your heart beats.
Only a few can hear it; some wish it would stop;
Someday it will;
But even deeper still, there are drums
And singing and dancing — and those will not.
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