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The mushrooms in the forest Know more about survival than me They bloom in death And wear it like velvet I tried burying fear in the compost bin It came back fragrant Humming songs I hadn't written yet There's glory in the stink of it Mould carving frescoes in Forgotten bread Worms in the pit of the peach saying "We were here first" I think I love things more Once they start falling apart Makes them honest
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Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
The Peach Pit Choir
The mushrooms in the forest Know more about survival than me They bloom in death And wear it like velvet I tried burying fear in the compost bin It came back fragrant Humming songs I hadn't written yet There's glory in the stink of it Mould carving frescoes in Forgotten bread Worms in the pit of the peach saying "We were here first" I think I love things more Once they start falling apart Makes them honest
Some things only tell the truth Once they start to decay -Sorelle
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Aug 13, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
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