Future Me
February 11, 2018
Dear Future Me
I see a tree that begins to flee
I see a leaf begin to breathe
Soft words one, two, three
Set me free
Slowly falling down I go till I reach a bow
When all I needed was a foe
One, Two, Three
Wind we go
Needing directions towards a new life
But one quick swipe
You Fly
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