Cutglass Dreams
Friday
Depart
Depart and leave
the smell of cardamom behind.
Leave behind
The moist gooseberry breath
let the air cave in and collapse
into a void, so that I may walk
the free streets of tomorrow
and taste the sweet blossoming past.
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