Non-Erotic PoetryRest In Trees"Darkness so deep
it is
futile to move,
impossible to see
anyone
to move with."
Obscurity eclipses
my every conclusion,
weeds grow in
my every movement.
The sky fills with clouds that
only reflect shortcomings.
I make the sky
afraid of the sun.
When I die, tree roots
will grow through my body.
Leaves will fall,
bark will peal
in the middle of July.
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