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I write when I can. Usually the moments when writing hurts the most are the moments when it is the most necessary.


April 3, 2015



We are wild.

We are an untended garden,

shoots sprouting up

from the rich, thick earth.

We yearn for the sun,

our fingertips gracing the sky,

our lungs gasping for air,

our hearts beating hard

with that steady beat we know so well.

Our lips trace the shapes

of our overgrown dreams.

When we catch the eye

of another wild one,

we know, somewhere deep down.

Our roots are connected,

intertwined beneath the ground,

and when our branches meet

something sparks inside us.

Because we are wild.

And we are one.


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