Last time I looked
I don't think it was returned
this is the last time
I always said
some things never die
try try try
always when you strip bark from a tree
just to look, there is a whiteness
a delicate shock
and you can never take it back
or glue things in place
grind it to dust under your shoe
this is the last time
I will say these words, even to myself
smeared and ugly, the cut throat beauty of sunset
so you can't turn away
try, just try
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