I began to look
Up at the tree to escape
The no-real,
And realized it must be that
Which makes up the ground
Because in essence it grows out
And is
And below
And is.
But for now
I text weak profits
Of methane vents,,,
Because when it comes down to
Hiding,
You'be been the best since
The first days.
Cars shheeeeeeen between me and trees
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