the old ways didn't keep working the way we thought they could
but we kept it up
growing them in the jar on the window until the crystalline porcelain shattered
amongst the lost flowers in a garden.
the one turned upside down. should have stopped growing.
like years of history grasping at
so many of those older memories. the times. faded green
on the panels hung to the rotting fence posts. going. going going
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