dew cut grass, dried needles
prickle hairs blond and darkened
as suns new scent this tired clay,
clouds catching minutes old light
fresh fallen forever
like the skin of scars
and I nostalgic lain
that littered clearing
now always
green ever
prickle hairs blond and darkened
as suns new scent this tired clay,
clouds catching minutes old light
fresh fallen forever
like the skin of scars
and I nostalgic lain
that littered clearing
now always
green ever
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