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Poetry

Resistance

When the wind whispers

into the bones of the trees,

it is calling to say:

‘This is life as it is.

And my breath will bend you

the way that it does.’

Resistance is futile

when you’re a tree.

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Life

Life Aches

Do not look at me and tell me

that life does not ache

sometimes.

Life aches.

When life is truly

and bravely felt:

life

aches

sometimes.