because you are twisted up
in someone else’s roots…
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quibble sounds like…
I opened the envelope
and a little sunshine…
you know they are heroes
because the music swells…
I was never so alone as when you dropped
my hand…
when you’re drowning
when you’re gasping for breath
and there is no air…
take it slow
through this part of the field
the blueberries will wait…
two months with no human touch
face-to-face was only if you count
speaking through a screen…
ask me why emotion
rhymes with ocean
I’ll wait…
Green
tiny between mama and papa…
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