ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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Our planetis a seed and the yellow sun has cracked it into a furze of malt all our little faces the tree from which it fell was defined by its event log scattering fruit to the furthest loaded with identity fertilised by the fabric of space the universe is our father the event tree our mother somewhere nearly identical our sisters and brothers for the purposes of this fancy they shall exist Rhymes for a mood, 2007 |
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