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Sara
Poems
Sep 2015
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Too many birds call in the morning.
Refuse
to know their name
and then, nothing matters.
A rockslide slides up
a mountain and
down your throat-
can't breathe
when the airs so thin
you'd think the trees stopped giving oxygen
Aspens stand
and spit out
too tall for their kind.
Inspired by the natural and beautifully claustrophobic Pike National Forest
#trip
#2015
#pikenationalforest
#radolove
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