I won't be gone forever
forevermore,
I am smelling daisies in a freshly bought
home.
There is a garden.
And innocent garden snakes. They won't
bite, won't bother,
allow them to slither in between
crops and flowers. Green skin matching
green thumb,
You are creating something beautiful.
Creating airways for
oxygen
to creep through and blossom into
new born lungs. It's like
I love myself for the very first time.
Being born again. This light
is weightless.
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