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The Earth Post-Change

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I miss home
Where we don't have to cut flowers in order to enjoy them
I remember the earth before
Great green gases violated its verdurous valleys
When we could breathe without a mask
When it was safe to run in the summertime
I miss it now
Because sometimes the only thing keeping me steady was the reassurance of the sidewalk under my sneakers
In a persistent 3/4 rhythm every afternoon
And the cold air dragging its fingers on my tongue before falling into my lungs

Hospital beds are lonely
The tuneless beeping of a multitude of machines form an orchestra around my body
And, suddenly, there is music behind my eyes

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