Selenium
I carry in my hands
Forests and selenium
And the way my hair twists on my fingers
I will pour into
This
Into us
Into you
This is the investment
Worry makes a bed in my spine
Though numbers look green
I'm not naive enough anymore to believe in the color
I pile my heart at your feet
Behind your back
On your chest
I pray that you will take care of these pieces
They're all I have left.
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