just making sure.
words slip off the back of a farm truck like loose strands of hay
sss through the stack, little rocks make the ride rickety
but they hold on
and loose strands of hair slip down into her face
and he reaches out with one hand to brush, his fingers like bristles,
the strands out of her eyes when graze eyelashes to hand
butterfly broke the silence
flutter so loud, eyes flutter so loud, hearts flutter so loud
and leaves fall softly to the ground.
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