Unpainted nails, twisted hair and slouched shoulders.
The knot you're holding back in your throat.
Bruised ankles, nature living,
As if it doesn't care.
I will explore, spontaneous, although I always have,
find beauty beyond barriers.
Those little nose wrinkles, bright eyes, and free spirits,
they bring me joy.
The mailbox you haven't checked in weeks.
This feeling isn't right.
Picking up again.
I will miss you so very much.
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