The meadows, strenuous havick wreaked in my head from sailing
Into the night’s brushes
I was kissed, so deeply that I couldn’t ask the moon to replace it with it’s smile because it warned me and I disregarded it
I’m learning, but sometimes the only thing I can appreciate is the wind rustling through my leg hair and crawling over my mistakes
If nature can learn to grow around and over it’s obstacles, so can I
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