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That tree
rose upward in a simple way
towards the cloudless sky,
and everything around it
seemed to be listening
the gentle rustling of the air
that swayed its thick leaves
of different greens.
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A surreal visual poem about INSOMNIA.12am nothings happened,3am nothings happened,10am i feel like a run my body is tired but my heads still wired,fuck it i will do a full circle like the black...
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