ALL PAST THIS
CHERRY TREE
I've got nothing spectacular to go on,
nothing new to tell you either. Paramount
importance, no. The abutment to my
heart just now catches the crashing
vehicles that hit it. The road gets
slick whenever it rains, but by then
some other new demon has landed.
Identifying marks, all gone, and
nothing left to tell about either.
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