1.1

I vacillate between the desire to lead a memorable life and the desire to be completely forgotten about

I’m tired of talking about trees

I’m tired of my hands

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1.2

Yesterday I was full of hope

Today, less

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1.3

When the panic subsides, it leaves space

and weight on my arms

 ankles, knees, neck 

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