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When we were
only seedlings, only cubs
we would play in woolly jumpers
we would play play play
hide and seek with the moon
with gold dust in our hair and
wild things in our hearts
Now, only shipwrecks come out of our mouths
and whale-size storms of gray clouds
cobwebs between our fingers
and dust under our toes
crumbling crumbling crumbling
I miss our bear-coat skins and
pine trees-homes
where water glittered and blinded
we would bare our teeth to the universe
when there was only the skies above us
and the stars to remember us by.