the smell of insects and tree bark
splitting so growth can out-breathe
the feeling of wet grass squishing under
flip-flopped feet
a rolling down the hill
spring is coming, i can feel it.
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i played rugby but his knee bled
she played guitar but i danced
i spoke french but she didn't understand
you open up to me and i close my computer and
listen.
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