arms reaching towards the sky
branches asking for more
their white skin peeling
wrapped in ice
wrapped in melting blankets
waiting for the rebirth of the sun
to grow green and touch the sky.
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- Guerrilla Libre
- This is literally my internet notebook. My thoughts at the moment, the words that come straight from my brain to my fingertips tapping on the keyboard to you.
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