Around these mountains...
I ask about future events,
and I tell them I cannot afford to hand over my time
as I shall be soon leaving with a
lump
dispersing its seeds into my chest/
I can hear it growing faster
as I walk by the imported pines
around these mountains
and I see the bubbles forming atop them trees and
remember
all the love that has gone lost,
all of the dead who had lived all their long lives
around these mountains,
engulfed in the saps of a
wooden bosom
which never regards the many imports of these mountains
and fails to think of godly wishes.
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