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we were rigid
in our mistakes.
firm forests of
white hot determination.

we're too sweet for the night,
our sugar runs thick
deep black ooze
wriggling through the treebark
slow as wasted time.

i'll look back
and stare in awe
of a tragedy i could have avoided.
branches trembling
in apprehension
and the most dire neediness.