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You strip me naked from the neck up Run with my thoughts and bounce them Take everything Leave nothing but your opinion, A termite Eating at the hollowed log that once was me Woodpulp on the forest floor Far below where you cannot see Infinite and beautiful In variety and colour Fungi flower in the light of your shadow My hidden garden of words
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Hidden Garden
You strip me naked from the neck up Run with my thoughts and bounce them Take everything Leave nothing but your opinion, A termite Eating at the hollowed log that once was me Woodpulp on the forest floor Far below where you cannot see Infinite and beautiful In variety and colour Fungi flower in the light of your shadow My hidden garden of words
Living with someone who has an IQ of over 160 is ****** hard work sometimes. I write to have something just for me.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
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