we are building
a garden.
it is full of roots
and seeds.
we are building
a temple
enshrined with
every fiber
of our being.
we are creating
an empire
of love.
we are reimagining
what it means
to be alive.
we are allowing
divine femininity.
you make me
want to scream.
not with anger.
but with joy.
i want to shout
from the top of my lungs
until i have
no more breath.
until the seedlings
can hear me say
i love you
i love you
i love you.
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