- NaPoWriMo # 13
One night
I told you
whoever
doesn’t keep a secret
will never
have pity.
It was
raining, but you opened the window.
The storm
was blue in the forest.
The red
stain coming from the roses
spread throughout
the gardens
and the
world was the creation of another generation
like the
time we were in an abandoned house
lighting an
old fire.
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