ever since i stopped biting my fingernails
i’ve seen their growth as a measure of time
last time i cut them, things were much different
but now here they are on the ends of my fingers again
every time that i hear your voice
i’m reminded of a room in a hollow tree
where there’s room for joy
and there’s room for anxiety
and there’s room for love, and fear, and me
and the bark will get wrinkled
and the leaves will turn grey
and the wind will blow
and the branches will break
then eventually the tree will fall to the ground
and new trees will grow up and grow out
and the sun and the snow
and the wind and the rain
they all stay for a while
and they all go away
and the sun and the snow
and the wind and the rain
they all stay for a while
and they all go away
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