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beneath the tree
take me where you lay
your dead poet
bones beneath the tree
we’ll look like honey bees
on the softness of despair
riddled with silk & silhouette of artistry
where the walls are deep
and breathe near whispers
rise & fall, now & then,
and so I sit with rocks
I sit with my thoughts
for long periods of time
mumbling chaos, and so I find
a stride in my forest sonorous
and so walk.
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