every ancient shade green as heaven
spread deep
a leviathan copse
slow ly they climb
s[c][t]ar cast children
were give n
the seedling sky
but sing of
more
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:58 AM UTC
every ancient shade green as heaven
spread deep
a leviathan copse
slow ly they climb
s[c][t]ar cast children
were give n
the seedling sky
but sing of
more
written on the underside of my table, lying on my pillow, looking up. (my neck hurts)
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