Left to us

I was upset.

I was hoping not to spend money.

Why did you pick him up off the street?

What should I have done, leave him?

But you could see I had no other recourse.

When she comes next week you must tell her.

If you don’t, I will.

Do you ever feel fragile sometimes?

The bark peels off in layers from some trees.

One scroll comes off, and then another.

The lines on their surfaces look almost like writing.

 

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