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Enoki
Covered in light fuzz,
Cuddled together on your black cutting board.
Worms from a dark forest
Made beautiful
There.
Fall
Crates of
Fresh red apples
Your footsteps
That once fell
Fast and hard alongside
Now lost.
Poem for Shoes
I bought new shoes.
To carry me through this.
The pinch and
wobble
matter little
As I am
an expert
at falling.
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