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I like to watch the many little choices you make unfold into a tree. I enjoy seeing where my roots are, commingling with yours and yet somehow asunder we manage to stand. I am foolish! I should be burned at the bark for, I am green of envy. Autumn sends yet its heralds; and I feel my leaves' souls writhing. Can you see me yet? Are you reddening now? I bark at you, my chester heart aflame because of your leaves, I bark in desperation. Let me cherish fruits - the ones born by bees. Let me eat fruit and consume sundered souls Let me sleep there sleep where I am with you. |
Quite clever here. I bark, I bark, what a lark. Lloyd | Posted on 2013-08-12 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | Is this about that same aforementioned girl in the mini-skirt you were so enamored with. If so your definitely getting over your tongue tied. Crazy madly deeply you 'bark'! This was a lot of fun in an other handed, vicarious kind of way. It's good to see you writing. | Bruce | Posted on 2013-08-04 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |