The Bamboo Hut Number 1 2020

strolling the beach
a shell cut my barefoot -
our
last sunset together
a cure for everything


ashen morning -
wish I could be mist
to swirl up
from this room as quiet as
your burial chamber


night winds
covered everything with leaves -
you
never knew how to hide
your lies so well

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