In the empty space between leaves,
I distilled myself.
The perfect nondescript expanded.
I squeezed between the cracks
into the unblemished.
Filtered and full,
I was reduced to only my inside air,
The leaves were gone.
I was warm,
and rising through the cool grey.
I distilled myself.
The perfect nondescript expanded.
I squeezed between the cracks
into the unblemished.
Filtered and full,
I was reduced to only my inside air,
The leaves were gone.
I was warm,
and rising through the cool grey.
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