Fallen
yellow
in cold stones
off the altar of plastic
vases
Cut
skin
brown slash
looks to warm
fallen
tears
Little brother
smoothen
your palms
dry
your palms.
Listen.
She cries.
Yellow petals
asleep in crisp bed
pages that talk
Little brother
smoothen
your palms
dry
your palms.
Listen.
She cries.
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