A world.
Is opening.
I'm not ready.
Don't think I am able.
What is this even worth?
If it was given up so easily.
Back to the woods.
Where I called your name through the tallest trees.
Losing myself in papers I placed in the creek.
Floating free.
Why'd you even come back to me?
Prove it's worth it.
Breathe in time.
S.M.
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