I’ve earthed this seed so many times.
Deeply held in this skin of bark.
Branches made of ash and forests born aflame.
Restless and full of poison, shattered by a sea of dialog.
Rabid speech like dogs with teeth.
Words like a beggar, that don’t speak.
Crouched and bent out of shape.
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| — | Norma Jean- A Small Spark vs. A Great Forest |
