It doesn’t smell here.I can be whoever I want to be.I can leave my dullbut have you ever walked aroundlooking for what was alreadyin your hands? Standing upright,with arms down, staring straight ahead,I could be a statue or a pine tree.The love-canceling hours are gone.There is no ick factor.I do not cut down more than I can grow.It’s like living a simple lifein a forest, or splitting offa part of me to grow.
The Other Love
Mar 15, 2022
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