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Weeds.

Eucalyptus manes sway to an inaudible song below. Beautiful green fingers reach to trace the aquatic sprites floating past, Each lonely strand finding solace caressing their sisters’ arms. A lit by the angels sigh in the sky, A mass, 1000 intertwined hands, Seen from above by passersby. Disappearing, Vanished, Vaporized. They shy away from the […]

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