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I see the branches of a small tree,

And several phone chargers all around me,

A can of tomato soup empties into the flowing brown water

And a small pen that belonged to Mrs. Leah’s daughter,

Liking posts even if they aren’t funny + Always Commenting 

FaceTime Calls at 3am + Playing Games at 12pm

Making Tik Toks About Each Other + History  

And so there were three.

Three thoughts concerning snowflakes. 

Take my hand, 

And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

Shooting Star.

The harvest moon will rise above us,

as we fly,

Dear Hope,

"When we think of crossing the river to each other, you from the gorge of the landslide, to me at the crest of the typhoon, it is then we will find ourselves in a dead imaginary." -- Cindy Juyoung Ok

The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass. 

By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.