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Feb 9
If I’m nothing but a growing tree. If I drop the kettle
When I make a cup of tea. Will you stay with me?
I am growing down. I am losing ground
How do I learn to just be?
Breathing through hours. The air is sour
Time ticks away and deflowers
The water’s boiled blue
I have lost… I have to lose
I’m the tree unrooted.
Georgia
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Georgia  18/F
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