#100repchallenge, poetry
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#002: Chipped Bark

He held sand dirt in his palms

Running into the sunset with two tiny fists

The contents (like love) escaped his tightening grip like a sieve

I’m a romantic

And we are just kids trying to climb ancestral trees

Searching for where our lives intersect with a legacy

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