new grass
old ground
where i lifted u up
into the sound
into the tree
they've moved them away from me
and all thats left are these leaves
and memories
of lifting u down
a glass ball in my hands
to lay on the ground
where now grows new grass

this road is unfamiliar
this structure uniform
the old ground that was here
left ragged and torn
there was a wet bum sitting
a made up face making
and someone sad inside
taking
what was left from this moment
unsided
understating

new grass grows strong
with patches of apathy
as the old ground below
turns to another entity
energy
recycled
reused
reconditioned
we were the same people
in different positions


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