as children we are toldthings need not be seen
to exist.
as youths we are told
a tree’s fall is soundless
without witness.
upon mutual discovery
we touch all night
to discover simple
truths of belonging.
patience flowers in deathcr.
as children we are toldthings need not be seen
to exist.
as youths we are told
a tree’s fall is soundless
without witness.
upon mutual discovery
we touch all night
to discover simple
truths of belonging.
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