Your face is like some place
overgrown with weeds
that I keep revisiting
maybe it used to be a graveyard
the tombstones obscured by flowers
some smashed by kids
and sunk by the rain
maybe reincarnated
anyway I love it
even though I don't know what that means
so it's just a word
and in the future everything's backward
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