He smells like wood grain on days that taste like alone

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and he says maybe it’s a good thing,
A good thing that I can’t hear the trees anymore
so maybe I can hear him better.

But I wanted both,
the hieroglyphs in the sky and the first dance in the dust.

The trees spoke of him, years ago.
Now he speaks of better-off
and he smells like wood grain.





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