Katy
The soft pollen air
Lifting an anvil off my chest
As my bare feet swing to the sky
I remember that there are good parts to life
As I fall back into the hammock
I feel the strings creak
Wincing that I may of made it fall
But knowing they would never let me down
As the grip from my neck releases
I can finally speak
I realize I am home
In Katy
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