eagles swoop down and tear tufts of grass from the ground

putting fallen pine needles back onto the treees

there is a fat bright yellow swan floating in the thick dark green water

i need more crutches to hold all the different parts of me up

there are roses growing inside your stomach

and you are trying to swallow your hands

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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