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[honey_eclipse]

I am a disappearance
the slow kind, the forgettable kind,
lost in woods, shouting
up to birds, pines, snow
and dark whites,

like how invisibility
is your memory, kindled in
our costs of heart
and lovely mistakes, majestically
crumbling walls and towers

call out over trees, arrows
fly in heat and air,
I jump to catch them
but only cut my hand, and
say to myself, it is only fair.