Green bees, little trees, growing higher and higher to the horizon and back.
Lumbering brother, married to the potter’s daughter. Untied, yet standing silent waiting to be separated, divorced, unloved, and forgotten by children and wife.
Leave me, leave me, leaf me! Better death in unloved water. Towering pillars, scalding, scalded.
Maybe he’ll play basketball.
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
Green bees, little trees, growing higher and higher to the horizon and back.
Lumbering brother, married to the potter’s daughter. Untied, yet standing silent waiting to be separated, divorced, unloved, and forgotten by children and wife.
Leave me, leave me, leaf me! Better death in unloved water. Towering pillars, scalding, scalded.
Maybe he’ll play basketball.
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