lo slightly vi-tall trees
blow mi'st, is the air they breathe
blow gracious
the grace feels low
a girl slightly cold
her leaves will 'fell'
she'll feel
the wat' washing in
leaving warts to her skin
slow-ly she'll lie in band aid
she'll blow off the natural
and clot her blood collateral
slash the slits
and watch the wrists shift from alive and kicking
to dieing and swimming
then lo'ne
flooding
fool swims in shallow water of the rain
by the mud a'must
but then the dust leaves a kick and quicker still,
the world shifts
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