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Little Cabin
I like to sit alone
On the crackling leather bench underneath
The raindrops running down broken glass
Mud painted walls lean on cedar poles
And yard-sale teacups
Hold dried flowers on a shelf -
other girl
i like to write stories
about the girl i might have been
if i'd stopped watching my step
i was too afraid to fall
never looked up
never saw the sky
i never breathed enough
to fill my lungs with air