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  Never explain the purity of thought. For in sense lies incensed at the mundane reveal.

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And so the tree stared down on me Intrusive and voyeuristic with a guilt staining its leaves swaying in a breeze that my body hardly felt Vulnerable in its deceit filled towering strength And I spat back up, mocking its stare allowing it to gaze in envy upon a superior being that could fell it […]

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