Your last breath remembered
like a summer breeze crackling through
green alive trees with strange weird fruits(?)
that I can't eat or am afraid to; cause they're small
innocuous, maybe, but they cast over finger cloud stars
like terror and run run run you have to because
you're scared of raised mountain shadows
taking deep heaves of air and falling into the sea,
and I burned tears I never wanted to go away
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