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All The Lovely Things

If I were a forest,

there would be afternoon sun

slicing through my trees.

And little white rabbits

would hop along the way

between the daisies

and the rushing river

and I would know

this was the sweetest day.

If I were a forest,

I would be home.

For me.

And for all the lovely things.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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