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Over and Out
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New-ish and New In the eyes of the tree
the rings will run wild
when the spinning finally stops
Her face will sit idle
when the haze becomes
all that she is
and confusion surrounds
the cloud that others see her in
Bones are sharp and full of hate
Jutting out to overcompensate
Can't normalcy be achieved?
do I have to wait for the very last leaf?
Fuck it. Screw it.
I'm done, son.
