Air – Biological
O' underneath the steady growing backlit sawtooth leaves,
A single history hidden beneath. Curators of the heart,
unpack the spark. Set it free. This one's his to solve.
Planting puzzles(from something like the pit of an olive)
Be strong. Be strong for me in the rain. Don't rust, tin man.
He did. He was ferrous enough for the both of us.
The anger. Broke his mind. Splint his old ways but hope
they never return.
See the sum of the parts. The perfect upbringing. Rustic.
image: keighty
Seasinks
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