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A.g. Synclair

I never told you about the night I died
how I left and came back without my coat
apples floated in barrels just above the trees
the dimming sky shed its winter madness
I watched you curl into yourself like a wave
in a place where assassins bear fruit
and scatter seeds where nothing grows.

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