until i was born with a tongue stained crimson grew gaps between my teeth big enough to fit friendships and laughter between learned to untuck and unfold my heart to match the size of his my blood is as thick as fresh honey golden and glowing and sweet on the tongue and even if you haven’t sat at my table since birth i will pull up a chair for you offer you a glass of cherry syrup and sunlight tuck turquoise in your starlight hair and ask you to stay awhile
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