Chilly cold depths of deep leaves,
constant peering through the cold.
damp earth through the murky solitude,
a quicksand of endurance.
mossy fungus clamped to wood and rock,
flowing through the water and rain.
tall trees shelter the soil,
a shade to those down below.
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Long Deep Sleep
Its everything that is in my head. thoughts and my desires.
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