colour streams out in Christmas wire, all rosy and red
have you but knowledge to shed on this
masterful sanctuary
wood floor, leather couch, rug and tree. sacrificed here on this
family alter of happy and mad and tiny
oh man, the things this tree has seen
in its throws of death. it breathed its last fragrant breath upon
my house.
Gratitude, tree, nothing but gratitude
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
Blue Jay is here rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges- Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges Moons wax an...
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The Earth with her divine beauty and union is yet to be properly healed But the time is coming, the moment close, where all will be revealed...
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