The newness
Like seeds stuck to a sleeve
is how the newness bound me
The heart grew round the spurs
with no more noise than the
growth of a gall,
but expanded with more force
than the birth of a star
is how the newness bound me
The heart grew round the spurs
with no more noise than the
growth of a gall,
but expanded with more force
than the birth of a star

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