I'm waiting to hug you, collect each piece that falls.
I hug everything that falls. Not always a gentle warm embrace, but a loud thud, a soft splotch, a smatter, a crunch, splinter and smash.
I'm an unbiased hugger, a relentless collector.
Steel, stone, concrete.
I masquerade as the road beneath your feet.
I'm your ground
polished tiled floor
jagged footpath
If you fall, you know we'll kiss it out.
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