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Burnt
More and more cuts keep notching the board
as grace falls flat on its face in the forest
such tenderness fades
to rest in the soil
Nothing comes up anymore.
No growth.
No flourish.
as grace falls flat on its face in the forest
such tenderness fades
to rest in the soil
Nothing comes up anymore.
No growth.
No flourish.
Published 7th Aug 2024
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8th Aug 2024 4:01pm
I like how you use nature to bring this across. Death is felt and when the earth does not grow because you chose there to go... it's as if nature knows true death. Like Fia xoxo
13th Aug 2024 11:23pm
