i can sit by this canal
& feel my heart ripen red in my hands
know nothing of desires
but have everything of my own life to offer-
my scars and smiles
my stitches and sweetness
to risk is a game
& so is love
like every other played
i know i will lose
& i sit by this canal
contemplating-
second guessing
if i'm a fool for challenging fate.
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