ago your little heart
surrounded by bone
veins
skin and around the trees
we tend branches
You could leave me there to join them
live at the top with them and their birds
But you know
I have vertigo
then we spend our lives
under trees and try to catch me
like the sweet futility
a perfume of flowers in your hair anchored
surrounded by bone
veins
skin and around the trees
we tend branches
You could leave me there to join them
live at the top with them and their birds
But you know
I have vertigo
then we spend our lives
under trees and try to catch me
like the sweet futility
a perfume of flowers in your hair anchored
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