Category: Poetry
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bend mei’m a sapling hard and soft tender shootsi’m trying to growthe sun is sparse and silentsometimes a breeze tickles my elbowand i extend my roots away
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this joy becomesa pearl nestled between my ribsimagine the blunt edge of my ribclamping down on fingersintent on thieving this precious (my)from methe pearl becomesa sun in the arctic in junealways shining
loose threads 