Reasons to cry will always
slide down stems of plants as though the light that shines answers to earth's thirst. Like grazing animals some sadness never leaves this field of green rooted as it is in aromatic rot of clouds and leaves. You have lain in places where I have never wept. If told now I had three years I would lace them round your ankle and follow where you tiptoe along the edge of bearing.
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