I tried
So hard
To tap into your core
Like a maple tree
Tap into you
Until all of the sap came out
And syrup filled my hands
Sticking to everything I touched.It's too bad it was winter
And I mistook an ash for a maple.
It's okay though.
I dont like maple syrup anyways.
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Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
诗歌The words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.