leaf, opening up.
Like something
I am
almost saying to you.
I am the
heart murmur
like someone
who is
too afraid to shout.
I am the
candle twinkle
because someone
blew me out.
I am that
broken window crack
I am the
wind that whistles through.
I am a
sorry girl
with my hands behind my back.
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