let me tell you, plainly,
that i was falling down
from something very tall-
oak or, eucalyptus
linden maybe cherry
blossom i mean, yellow blossom-
down, landing then some
big air only air i got,
pushed it quick
inside to the out
side.
pullin' little branches
outta my hair what it feels like is,
sometimes still, this down
fall.
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sharing dreams is very brave.
Thank you, sister.
sometimes still,
iknow.
right?
♥
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