# Up Low

By [POMPAS](https://paragraph.com/@pompas) · 2022-04-26

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Babies tick tock.

I’m scattered

rocks stuck to tired feet.

Clinging to trees.

Water eyes on failure clouds

and regret moon.

I’ll learn to heal happy,

soon.

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*Originally published on [POMPAS](https://paragraph.com/@pompas/up-low)*