hollowed out mountain
brooding under the wool, oh, show me not
an autumn of new, on rooftops
i see the water
trying to dress for the day, while i
am restlessly trying to find those things
i longed for once, now unsure of
what use they can do,
but i knew when molded
into my body they once built an
old way of breathing
that now must stop and make me
out
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