forest girl

Hanna - Once Upon A Time

rhythms in search of
one another switch, hit
the cyborg unfaithful
as a memory weaves around
the gentle wrist of
a memory of
a friendship
(of a memory)
unremembered to
a future tension of things.

she whispers
don't follow me
but what use are words
or trees
when my voice is already
faltering anyways.


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