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springtime

a poem

springtime.
a time of chance encounters.
the cherry blossoms are blooming here already, but not yet where you are.
surprise, love passionately,
/uncertainly.
I wonder,
/will our conversations slowly fade away, petals on the wind?
/our breaths, once halting, warming with every passing sunrise?
or,
/will the roots in our ground hold strong
/crossing the distance
/of us together
but apart.

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he/him. human geographer, writer, journalist, thot theorist, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 quirky twink, force of chaos, plant parent, and activist 🏳️‍🌈

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Victor Yin

Victor Yin

he/him. human geographer, writer, journalist, thot theorist, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 quirky twink, force of chaos, plant parent, and activist 🏳️‍🌈

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