I haven’t been able to survive
the leaves that fell off your tree
I still wonder if we could recycle them
As for now, they have become
A lead to the path that has cleared off of my way
And the rats have been following me and
I have forgotten the flute
If you could tell them to go back to their house
I will be alone
And then be able
To climb back your tree and
Look for those same leaves
From inside out.
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