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Not Nearly

i lay in bed thinking what it would have been like if i hadn't met you

the wind wouldn't blow gently on my face making me think the sky is purposefully

calling out to me

the fire wouldn't flicker and spark as if trying    

                              to light a

flame in me

not nearly

 as beautiful

the earth wouldn't cradle me in its soft embrace like it’s trying to

protect me from the broken world we've made

the sea wouldn't turn in on itself thrashing wildly as it hits the jagged cliffs it so badly wishes to climb

as if to make me

feel the same

not nearly

         as terrifying











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