“She Travels Amid the Rain” |
I pressed the last red
flower you gave me, in a...
she listens as the night
keeps counting down her days...
December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...
the acid drips off her fingertips,
she savors fire...
you asked me to master a new form of art,
but the best I could do was to decipher the...
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you unswivel through the past...