My Friend, y. p t a a h Detached from themselves, the roots wrapped around their body, Sprouts grew, as the leaves formed, they d i s i n t e g r a t e d, welcomed by dampened earth. Crumpling and buckling, speckles of dirt embrace them, Cautiously consuming, the precarious affair, which bloomed, through rotted groves,
Shadow. anticipate their muse,
devouring time Foolishly they linger, suspended enthralled by dysfunction, temporary euphoria misleads them, gradual beams, cut through twisted oak, eating the shadow covered body, Speckles of dust,
yet, uncertain words, escape their wavering lips, their lethargic companion, apathy, smothers abundant desires, the slender bark scrapes, rasping along their once spry bones, leisurely it gnaws, at times, the familiar fragmented ache torments them, tender pain scatters, harboring a polluted shell, they await the splinters, not unlike shrapnel, it then cracks, fragmenting - it is so
s w i r L Gliding along their path, You peak through the knotted branches Following scattered rays of light. Your eyes meet another, The strangers are glazed, Captivated, you As the sunlight dims, their skin, invites shadows, ensnared, a ceaseless, pattern, Delight in the facade prospects, fueled by delusion,
akin to vultures, awaiting their carrion. Intent for their voyage, endlessly hunting wan der lu st
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