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Still amble slowly though the forest,
all the crisp and dying trees are beautiful.
The fauna is not for the gods, but to be imbraced by the care free.
We, she says, are not.
I, she says, feel the warm tingle down
my forearms to the tips of my nails,
I feel all of the enveloping green.
all the crisp and dying trees are beautiful.
The fauna is not for the gods, but to be imbraced by the care free.
We, she says, are not.
I, she says, feel the warm tingle down
my forearms to the tips of my nails,
I feel all of the enveloping green.