the sky was dark
but not dark enough
i could see the pigment in the dirt
every leaf felt like it was stuck to my jacket
we dug our fingers into the ground
the front of our shoes were dusty
i didn't get to sit on any letter
but it was best that way
i want to keep that memory
on the way down
we slid
our butts were dusty
my jacket was a goner
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