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Caducous leaf from the face Of the great oak woods Who’s breadth is our breath, green One moment turns seasons To barren earth, deplete without droplets Tears after deluged prayers Each word a falling leaf Followed by many Caduceus’ White sheep of Scientology, Wealthier by way of grief... Caducous abacus quantifiable belief Rather than mana Dead presidents in the baskets Sidewinding through the pews Cadences of inner truths Suits in caskets... Whispering confessions tenfold Asking for forgiveness, pay the toll, Ulysses, Lee in the Collection till Caducous, go, Atticus Abacus masses, California fires, They believe in another green The falling leaves empires Made it rain, “precious” is on stage. Fall Before reaching spring Steel our heaving Barren winters still Landscape without Breathing Plant your seed Atticus A Caducous Leaf In August Sunlight Moments Afire The length of love Infinite among The stars We mortals In our Dark... Night. Retired Too soon to sleep We falling leaves Whose breath is green...
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
Falling Leaves
Caducous leaf from the face Of the great oak woods Who’s breadth is our breath, green One moment turns seasons To barren earth, deplete without droplets Tears after deluged prayers Each word a falling leaf Followed by many Caduceus’ White sheep of Scientology, Wealthier by way of grief... Caducous abacus quantifiable belief Rather than mana Dead presidents in the baskets Sidewinding through the pews Cadences of inner truths Suits in caskets... Whispering confessions tenfold Asking for forgiveness, pay the toll, Ulysses, Lee in the Collection till Caducous, go, Atticus Abacus masses, California fires, They believe in another green The falling leaves empires Made it rain, “precious” is on stage. Fall Before reaching spring Steel our heaving Barren winters still Landscape without Breathing Plant your seed Atticus A Caducous Leaf In August Sunlight Moments Afire The length of love Infinite among The stars We mortals In our Dark... Night. Retired Too soon to sleep We falling leaves Whose breath is green...
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
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