The influence of roommates.

All three of my roommates are either English majors, or love to write and are two of them are currently in the same poetry class. They talk about how much they love it, so--I was inspired.

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Not just three times
but four times and more.

How many times can we fall and still return?
Never quite the same as before?

If that bird can fly
high up in the sky
then can't I still fly?

Nobody wants and
nobody likes to fall.

And if I am loved
truly
how I should be
truly loved
then I am not even nearly close to deserving that love
and if that is my case (why always my case?)
then why am I thinking of it in this way
and why am I not thinking of how I can return
love?

not just three times
but four times and more.