a vignette:
Did you know that where you sleep used to used to be wilderness? Trees would create a secret tavern, where you could find incests crawling up and down the dead bark. and small rodents playing hopscotch trying to avoid you. There was a blanket of wild flowers that tickled your ankles when you walked by it. And the sun would cover your skin with rays seeping in-between the leaves. Now, you have torn down the trees, and dug into the earth with heavy cement. You have a well decorated bedroom, but sometimes I sill wander into your back yard and pretend there are still flowers growing there.
-thoughts on flowers

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