i.
i've met god
he's lying six feet deep
in the rare greens of chicago
where the trees make up for the emptiness
the loss
the silence
the grass seems so frightening for its purpose
but yet so full and comforting
i don't blame the slumber
i blame the normality of it all
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
i.
i've met god
he's lying six feet deep
in the rare greens of chicago
where the trees make up for the emptiness
the loss
the silence
the grass seems so frightening for its purpose
but yet so full and comforting
i don't blame the slumber
i blame the normality of it all
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