interesting story.
not really my cup of tea.
I guess I would have to hear this in audio
He was green. That summer breeze carried spiritual zest
When Sam and Mary came gaping at his miracle crest
veiny, fingery apex. Vibe bitter and stressed.
"Hey there tree," Sam said. The mirrors reflect.
A drawn pocketknife. Hearted initials seared on his flesh.
they loved watching birds fly - he had a peer to connect.
Sam lived a hop South and just a veer to the left.
Started coming alone and brought a trace of fear with his breath.
Which disappeared when they communed. Two sentient beings.
with heightened awareness, calm and a penchant for dreams
pretty bad ass bars right here tho.
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