I stopped waiting.
feet, here, take root.
knows no other life.
are immense debt of justice.
feet, the feet are full of jumps.
break out of the pedals, the puddles.
It 'not your fault drought, death,
the downward thrust that knocks
the heart.
you're gone how did you come
Grasp the sternum,
taking notes on my bones.
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