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what remains of the stories?
what remains of the trees?
what remains of the streets?
what remains of the nights?
little stories scattered by the wind.
what remains of the trees?
what remains of the streets?
what remains of the nights?
little stories scattered by the wind.
feathers are still in the kettle
crystals hang on the back of summer
picnics and cookouts
wire and pliers
radio and film
grown love apples
everyday left satiated
