don't forgive
the land will fold in on itself and carry you forward
a crushing river,
a broken cigarette
a torn page
these things do not forgive
scars and tantrums left to marinate in the sun
empty bottles expected to shine
holding nothing of value
a crushing river,
a broken cigarette
a torn page
these things do not forgive
scars and tantrums left to marinate in the sun
empty bottles expected to shine
holding nothing of value
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