Wednesday, May 6, 2015


I don't think you have met me.
I am the girl,
The girl with floating roots. 
I don't think you know me.
I have scars on the tree trunks.
They are names. 
Names of people I left. 
Don't join that list.
Don't scrape your name in just yet.
I don't think it is time for me to fly yet.
Just yet.

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