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It's dark It's cold It's smells like death Dirt I suppose And here I lay Curious as can be , to venture forth It Looks like my destiny A light shines and I break this seed But now im old My energy depletes Ah but I see The last thing I see... It's green... Now the leaf to the branch to the Rest of the tree.. The question here now is Does the top leaf who shines and See all that can be seen.. Does he or she remembers That it started from me.. I mean seed?
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
The leaf of the tree
It's dark It's cold It's smells like death Dirt I suppose And here I lay Curious as can be , to venture forth It Looks like my destiny A light shines and I break this seed But now im old My energy depletes Ah but I see The last thing I see... It's green... Now the leaf to the branch to the Rest of the tree.. The question here now is Does the top leaf who shines and See all that can be seen.. Does he or she remembers That it started from me.. I mean seed?
Give it a shot I guess
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27/M/Vancouver
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
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