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If letters are twigs
I will grow you a tree
It will be
Thin as a wrist
And whip in circles
Leaves clawing for the
Wind as it passes
It will twist and cut the air
and grow fat off the strife
of the sun.
Remember when you said
green is the color of
alive
it bleeds into the atmosphere
and makes breath taste like
chewed stems
watch now, she
spreads her fingers toward the sky
the sun kisses her
But she cannot kiss back.
I will grow you a tree
It will be
Thin as a wrist
And whip in circles
Leaves clawing for the
Wind as it passes
It will twist and cut the air
and grow fat off the strife
of the sun.
Remember when you said
green is the color of
alive
it bleeds into the atmosphere
and makes breath taste like
chewed stems
watch now, she
spreads her fingers toward the sky
the sun kisses her
But she cannot kiss back.
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