The past returns
lush
folded purple
like the explosion
of a
single match
the weight
and
storm of water
on wind like feet
the feet
of small children
trees try not to cry
the
pulpy drip of rain
_
lush
folded purple
like the explosion
of a
single match
the weight
and
storm of water
on wind like feet
the feet
of small children
trees try not to cry
the
pulpy drip of rain
_
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