A hawthorn tree rusts.


A hawthorn tree rusts.
 

let’s erase it and your cutting is over.
it’s time to be crazy-high.

push it out and show breakages of destiny.
your diction’s your prejudice toward me.

暁の咲き 指先の痛み 知り得ぬ
切断と流動を絶えて
歪みに揺らめくは 陽炎の錆

夕闇の塵 歩き出す民 帰らぬ
煽動と命脈は通じて
軋みに響けるは 幻想の錆


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A hawthorn tree rusts.