I think we're growing.
Yeah, I can feel us growing.
The night's slumber,
The quiet of the morning.
You're the greenest branch--
Bending, bending,
Bending...
Letters and lists,
Secret notes,
Surprises.
We begin to melt,
Mistaken for one body.
Content with life,
With kissing your eyelids,
With your beautiful wrists.
You are the greenest branch.
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