The girl is in the car. She’s on the way home from school. Her phone is in her pocket. She looks out the window And wonders: Is he thinking of her? The boy is talking. He’s laughing with his friends.
I was falling. Drifting as the air carried me down. I remember being on the tree, surrounded by other tulip leaves. It was warm then. My stem had been steady against the tree, a sturdy connection be
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