though my brain’s been urbanized
suburbanized ghettoized restored
and nobody’s planted there
for years and the woods overgrown
burn down every now and then
which only encourages the ruin
to be eaten by the green
but my heart remains ruined
as any castle in Provence
and only growing more so
it never had a chance
one morning it just ran out
like a snowflake in an oven
sobbing for everyone
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