your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
“What? What?” He blinks rapidly, leaning forward as if placing himself at a right angle would somehow improve his ability to understand. “Today? It’s cold. So cold.”
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