silver linings are part of my
pockets.
difference makes
me, well, different.
but able to see that
air you breath
is mine,
the same
with hazy nitrogen
attached to its oxygen
that ground
we share pitters
the earth beat, nitrogen,
that i can feel and
bring you to.
difference makes me,
well,
different.
green leaves pushing carbon
through hard tar
resilient
molecules make difference
somehow, not so different.
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