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Feb 2021
a field rabbit
with a glass of whiskey
called my name
said she missed me

a gentle stream
trickles behind my eyes
the white willow rooted in my lungs
whispers when i breathe
stones sit in my belly
buttons on my heart
sun spots on the ground beneath me
moss grown over my silly art
mushrooms and rocks and bugs and dirt
mother, take me home.
i am a plant
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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