Rooted for

I took a (photograph)?

Of human waste. The foulest

Rind

When up-near-the sun.

I’d seen the earth. Was bored of

That

K

I

N

D

Celebrities kept dying

Without roots in the ground

No personal touches with personal

Clutche(s)

We loose what we came to find

That rain dies an awful death the sun it

Couldn’t “shouldn’t” shine

So big the tree topples. The largest leaves

Browned in the ground

While on salty bones

#theolddogsdined

Her majesty. Green dripping promises of life to bring

Well. Without branches intertwined

The music that they sing. The words and drumbeats

echoing

Play to no 1 pay no

Mind

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