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Dead Tree
I found
In the wake of things
Its like sifting through snow
In worries I can keep my word
In furrowed brows I'm an expert
A smile is the last thing I think of.
I will erect this monument
To get paid.
I will erect this monument
To be me
Finally.
In the wake of things
Its like sifting through snow
In worries I can keep my word
In furrowed brows I'm an expert
A smile is the last thing I think of.
I will erect this monument
To get paid.
I will erect this monument
To be me
Finally.
Published 14th Jun 2020
Author's Note
In the forest
There is me
In the forest
Where could it be
Here
Nowhere
There is me
In the forest
Where could it be
Here
Nowhere
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