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Drifting Off On A Branch (Pt. 1)
HUMANITY
Nila Phul
When the sun paints pictures in the sky, I idolize
When the sun lashes out at me, I curse its name and hide
When the moon rises, the constant change in shape keeps me anxious
But I’d be vulnerable without the light
The sky cries like I do
But I’m the only one drowning
But the water helps me hydrate and bloom
The greenery agrees
I’m confused
Is this humanity?
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