I look back at the measured seams,
bantam buttons,
tidy patten shoes...
I can never fit back into that girl,
that lifetime, again.
Seeds falling from my hand
bloom before they land.
my mojo disappeared with that last round of thunder... damn. another unfinished thought...oh well. no point forcing it. until we meet again....
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