the broken bone,
the busted heart
the twisted
tree, fallen.
the spent night,
alone,
the empty
glass, a cross
stitched snake
looking for
a leg to bite.
the water rising.
but things,
despite all of this
are alright.
the busted heart
the twisted
tree, fallen.
the spent night,
alone,
the empty
glass, a cross
stitched snake
looking for
a leg to bite.
the water rising.
but things,
despite all of this
are alright.
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