i think. i think the trees are thinking.
i think
the
tre
es
a
R
e thinking
OCTOBER
?
they say death. and they wear it. and they ware it.
and.
it's yellow talking on the gnarled limpets breathing
from their bruising trunks. suckling my apt pupils
discharging lovely decay in my small
pocket of teeth and thoughts and veins. they,re an ******
of crunching golden mort
i walk through its delicious corpse
and i take her.
i take here. this is:
YES
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
i think. i think the trees are thinking.
i think
the
tre
es
a
R
e thinking
OCTOBER
?
they say death. and they wear it. and they ware it.
and.
it's yellow talking on the gnarled limpets breathing
from their bruising trunks. suckling my apt pupils
discharging lovely decay in my small
pocket of teeth and thoughts and veins. they,re an ******
of crunching golden mort
i walk through its delicious corpse
and i take her.
i take here. this is:
YES
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