stripped down and the ground is so damp
and the trees look around for the sunlight they mention.
Tears fall from the mildew of morning
so dust cannot live when it's placed in its hands by the ocean
it can dream of becoming glass like the sand.
Flames dance on the wall in the house that is dead
scared of what it's becoming
as water laughs at the heat that's emitted
now a flame cannot burn when it's starved of the air
that a

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