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says he's here

by forget-me

the old, gnarled oak tree says he's here buried sentinel rings bearing tales of structured deceit sold as sanctioned to the world, which suffered in sick and silent defeat. bearing tales of structured deceit, says he's here the old, gnarled oak tree buried sentinel rings sold as sanctioned to the world, which suffered in sick and silent defeat. which suffered in sick and silent defeat, the old, gnarled oak tree says he's here, says he's here.
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Written by
forget-me
26 / South Philadelphia
For You?
Written by
forget-me
26 / South Philadelphia
Published
Mar 3, 2021
Time
2m
Notes

a tree tells a story to me

my brain is like the tree.

a man who posits he's found it,

an imposing notion indeed.

take it either way,

he's here despite our needs.

and through and through again

until she landed herself in a genuine paradise,

which, let's face it

can't exist forever...

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