the edges of myself

words, words, words

loving you feels like a bright

song eagerly sung by

the sweetest, truest songbird

high up in the branches of

a tree which is begging to 

be climbed on a temperate

summer day with the sun

streaming through the leaves

coloring everything with a 

lens of flawless, wholesome green.

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