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glimmerglass feel it

stacking every blade of grass

don’t tell them why they grieve

cut shorter than the sun wanted

imagine no one ever whispering your name
/ but your executioner

make a martyr out of a molehill

captivated by the life in these places

& still holding a leash

knowing a controlled environment is what
we deserve

half hamster-ball me so I’m stuck here

stuck wiggling my toes in the sand