He sprints into her memory
With oversized, old man shoes
Breathing dark clouds of mushroom from a shelled casing
Bathing in sweat turned black from ashes
Flashes of them fighting, her crying
Taking it back, if she can just take it back
Everything with them that turned bad...[Unfinished]
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