today's possibilities halve
carved by rain
cities are divided by winter
wondering, stoic
the grass hardens to ice
without answers
the crash--it is coming
ornate and faithless
won't stop until it explodes,
blooming like day
_
carved by rain
cities are divided by winter
wondering, stoic
the grass hardens to ice
without answers
the crash--it is coming
ornate and faithless
won't stop until it explodes,
blooming like day
_
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