getting away
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My life finally at full-volume
The city echoing back
the bright flicker beats of
a genuine smile
I shed excess layers like
a spring sweater
Treetops freckled the surrounding mountains
from the months of March through October.
The summer brought an art gallery of plants.
This part of Oregon is beautiful year-round.
I want to believe that everything you've said is true,
but I just can't trust myself to trust in you.
You've told me lies, you've made me cry.
I'd stay up all night trying to figure out why.
