The weirdness of outside

Surely I shall put you
The leaves sit by the tree
Wetsuits hanging off the balcony

Once we were paper blank
Our minds zen as can be
You are older than me
One in the womb

The other has working lungs
Clearly we have put our work in place

Adore you,

Shivafeli

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