I AM the wall of the building I walk towards,

I AM the bricklayer who cut cold hands making it straight,

I AM the waitress serving me coffee as she laments her divorce,

I AM the girlfriend I disappointed,

I AM The tree waiting for spring,

I AM the crying child in the street.


I AM connected.


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