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moonshine on the lawn amish rocking chair, creaking listlessly in the white wind snapping howls murdering crows with a swallow fists to barking dogs and the dead bark, we are the 99% of deadness on trees only you are the leaves and root tips and phloem that thrives under the weight of dead things and death
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
hurry down sunshine
moonshine on the lawn amish rocking chair, creaking listlessly in the white wind snapping howls murdering crows with a swallow fists to barking dogs and the dead bark, we are the 99% of deadness on trees only you are the leaves and root tips and phloem that thrives under the weight of dead things and death
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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