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May 2019
I’m jumping
Twisting
The air only listening

As I take this fall to be free.

my heart is still bumping
My mouth can still speak
I’m trying to create value
What value is it that they seek?

Is it me?
Am I it?
Am I what I’m supposed to me
The bringer of monotony
The agonized killer of creativity
how do I rid my skin of this sin
Of forgetting all I want to be?
The Willow
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The Willow
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