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remembering
like a tree i grow
away from the ground
i dont want to look at you
in pictures
anymore
like a tree i give my memories
of soil away
for the sun
the bombshelter full of blunt smoke
on poetry wednesdays
like a tree i breathe in carbon
and exhale oxygen
i keep trying to rationalize
our goodbyes
like a tree i forget my roots are deep
within the earth
the day you first shot
your shy smile down into me
at the shopping mall
when i was 15
