Do not expunge the soil,
Of dangerous words
That I have planted,
For others to grow tall
And harvest gravity
In the hunger for,
The ochre colors
Of the fall.
Do not expunge the soil,
Of dangerous words
That I have planted,
For others to grow tall
And harvest gravity
In the hunger for,
The ochre colors
Of the fall.
Haunting…
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