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hard hearted days

by Rebecca Andre

the chair is splintered

on hard hearted days

the sun doesn't melt for me
it stays afixed
strictly adhering to physics and gravity

i like when the grasses mix
blend with the sky with the me skins and toes

glee flies into neighboring butterflies
and toads.

06/13/2021

Posted on 06/13/2021
Copyright © 2021 Rebecca Andre

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