black sheep
green field
cow parsley already blown
i’m standing there saying
i choose the fucking moksha
the trees are like and ?
they talk amongst themselves
sap rises
they sing their song of summer
and I’m like
you. listen.
do I need to break my face ?
everything’s like yeah yeah and
next it will be autumn

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