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[ive_got_panties]

trees pulp split and
splattered about
pinecones making it harder
to sleep then ever.
Sap and syrup alike
sticking in hair too long for barbers
and brides both.
Where will we end up
after we find out
where we are going?
Are we the ones to decide that
or does it depend on the winds blow?
trees pulp split and splattered about
pinecones and needles know the difference.
Hours of work for no good reason
but paper and supplies for another journey
that'll never come.