how can i help you?

after the storm some broken branches litter the floor they have on them leaves covered by the fresh weather you can smell the rain and see the water stained bark the leaves do not slump and they are full of life yet in the morrow they dream of drapes lucidly in slumber remembering in humble recollection dire mistakes ember they keep their lives sucking on a dead branch asking how can i help you see yourself lest we exact some prying?

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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