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Mar 22
Pull over the car,
There are daisies on the side of the highway, leaning beautifully over the glass.
Oil glistens on the cement, catching all of the different vibrant colors that the light can make.
The glow from the sun is so pure and so warm.
Nature can only nurture innocent beings,
Hence why she is called Mother.
Her baby birds weep a song of melancholy over my scene, but they can’t chime loud enough to drown out the sound of the passing cars.
My deep red and brown stains mark the dives and cracks in the road, only until the gentle rain washes it away and reveals a new surface.
You see a burn mark on a tree and wonder what it is from; curiosity is no longer stronger than comfort.
Please come out.
Outside of your car door, there is a whole other world
A world Mother created that I was too young to explore
A world made that I’ll never have the chance to explore.
Now I’m with her, deep under the glass.
Explore the world and it’s vast wonders; care for it, nurture it
Because one day you’ll be down here with me and Mother
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Impulse  born in fear
(born in fear)   
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     Lilah, imperfectstranger and Fawn
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