Let’s bury the hatchetWe can’t cut down the pastSo let’s take rest in its shadeAnd tear up the rootsFor clinical examinationOf the scars that match our heartsOr the marks made in the trunkCarving here lies foreverThat love that love that loveMade against a rainbow headboardWhile the world rained upon usDimensia unfolded like fruit peels overripeAmongst…