Mint leaves rise in a sugared stream,
Figs arranged like a fleeting dream.
Cart lights flicker, their glow astray,
Hands that heal where the shadows lay.
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Mint leaves rise in a sugared stream,
Figs arranged like a fleeting dream.
Cart lights flicker, their glow astray,
Hands that heal where the shadows lay.