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Receding To My Green
...And I do love this place...
Fresh with braced and bracing green
Remaining temperate
An ambassador for me and my
Oven soul
Freezer chest moods
And a mind so much like
spilled trailmix
For in the forest
It never isolates or denigrates
And it's herbal rains fill my home
My home...
It's never too cold to go
So I sit in the mosses and stillnesses
Even when I'm needed in crowded rooms
(I retreat into my haven rainforest gloom)
And thick air with much trying hard
Raps on my mind, and it's nothing like sweet rain...
(The awful anxiety...)
And the dueling, dueling voices
Straining, pouring over the next to be chief
I rush to my green
And breathe sunned sap on grandfather tree backs
Kin growths in brisk industry
Oxygenating life
Drenched at
Tangled...
Angles...
Without competing to strangle the rest
Fresh with braced and bracing green
Remaining temperate
An ambassador for me and my
Oven soul
Freezer chest moods
And a mind so much like
spilled trailmix
For in the forest
It never isolates or denigrates
And it's herbal rains fill my home
My home...
It's never too cold to go
So I sit in the mosses and stillnesses
Even when I'm needed in crowded rooms
(I retreat into my haven rainforest gloom)
And thick air with much trying hard
Raps on my mind, and it's nothing like sweet rain...
(The awful anxiety...)
And the dueling, dueling voices
Straining, pouring over the next to be chief
I rush to my green
And breathe sunned sap on grandfather tree backs
Kin growths in brisk industry
Oxygenating life
Drenched at
Tangled...
Angles...
Without competing to strangle the rest
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