Redolent May sings,
lays of perplexing antique,
wooden rose flounders.
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Fungi is in rout,
war of mushrooms is halted,
desolate treescape.
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This is not a game,
the colours rest in spindles,
the flag is in truce.
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Paragon of ice,
tractive glacier, no friction,
chronotropic death.
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Scourged almighty sea,
symphonic ocean blasted,
tranced undertaking.
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Mort, syphoned blood grass,
waving like entrails, flooded,
blood spins, grave now swims.
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Gritty stagnant bole,
refurbished hybernation,
the scent come to play.
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Reminiscent moon,
gather ye, encompassed light,
that we may know life