“Today. 
when i was 
looking 
into the bottom 
of your eyes
you asked me 
what i was thinking,
and i 
quickly painted you 
a picture-perfect lie
about how 
your eyes 
remind me 
of the colour of bark.
actually 
i was wondering
if branches on trees 
ever get tired of reaching.
and if they do.
then so can i.”

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