Ode to 2 in the afternoon

To the wonder

of growing

them wandering

Hearts

Ode to

The forest inside me

To letting go

So we can grow

Thru tips

Of fiery leaves

Ode to the Winter

Inside me

That blankets

My raging flame

Of fluttering bys
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do you believe me now
that there’s holes in everything
and all i can do is stare at them
through them
and know that they are mirrors
and most of it is negative space
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