sometimes i think that i can't breathe
oxygen in, carbon dioxide out
a friend of mine told me
she wanted to be a tree in her next life
i told her to stop planning her death
after all, nobody cares about arbor day
if we become trees after we die
maybe there's a chance
that people will care enough to keep breathing
after all, symbiosis isn't selfish
sometimes i like trees more than myself
carbon dioxide in, oxygen out.
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Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
