without a flash in the dark.
How they knew
the mint was-
up there.
They used the leaves like bridges
to disembark.
Did they sniff the white stuff out?
like monsters in the dark.
Then climb
and
climb.
Until they hit their mark?
whatever the method
their future's dark.
The white stuffs going
its begun to start.
The circles are halved
the struck hearts gone.
The ants are strong
but will soon be gone.
And the birds will be left
to deface you.
oh poor discarded
one.
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