As they say
the tree remembers
what the axe
forgets
everyday I turn
a new leaf of
memory
but the same
thing is written
on all its pages
with twitching
neon ink
I try, I try
grief hacks the
defiant code
I try, I try
the sun sheds
her leaves again
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