when she grew older
the dust beyond the foothills
spoke
left her completely small
she looked in
tongue understanding at least
and spoke
without reserve or softening
I link our pinkies again
walk outside
speak
without words
all existence lapses
beautifully upraised
to the heart's core
an infinite distance
a memento
for the moment after man's land
grayscales
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