nature
kyla "The is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go."
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kyla "The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go."
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Q Please, would you make up your mind!
You're confusing my miasmic anticlivities.
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birdmad human
inhuman

fractal

alcohol
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belly fire brand new little helpless things
busted hearts and busted wings

the tearing sound of suffering


the pitch is almost sickening



bear witness to nature's greatest reward

the power to do nothing.
Balance sucks.
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bespeckled Along an autumn street,
the sky swirls in pinks and reds.
The sidewalks and lampposts drink in an orange hue, swimming in nectar from the sky.

She walks down the street, watching the leaves,
browned to perfection like oven roasted treats,
glide silkily through the suns gold sweetness.
She feels the earth's pink illuminating her face like roses on her skin.
She drinks in the oranges and greens and blues and reds,
(she can see herself walking through a field of red roses, blue beach balls, grass like emerald glass, swimming through sees of golden light)
She is whole, like nature.
She is the only one alive.

Like autumn's last perfect drop clinging to the leaf of an old oak tree.
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