I went to sleep in the springtime
I awoke in summer
A riot of green,
a vibrant rush,
an air of energy
My body reclaimed and yet not my own
Inside out
the protective covering of conception gone
Gaunt fingers and ankles
ghosts of padded appendages
no longer needed to sustain life
for two
Whole again
and yet suddenly separate
A new path split
in two
Chopping Potatoes 
Two hearts that once beat as one, now beat for each other. The path may be split in two, but there will be many times that you will be walking hand in hand, then sometimes separately, but will always find your way back to each other.
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Thank you. Spoken from experience <3. Always bound.
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