Binding

i am binding myself
interlaced derelicts
these past lives
drifting onto forests
full of memories
layered, layered
I am burying myself
into the pillow, blankets of time
layering, layering
unfolding all these wrinkles
cradling, cradling
pulling out of time capsules
I only wanted to hold your hand

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