The sky, too low for you, was torn.
The trees invaded your blood's space.
And so, Cassandra, other armies came
And nothing could survive their hot embrace.
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yikes! it is supper time; i've been called. must go. i may return? bri :)
It's supper time and the living is easy... da de da.. hope it's something special, Bri