tales from the
butterscotch forest


i want to live

in the sky-ceilinged



wood nymph

flower girl



resisting hope

is hopeless


everything grows

amidst decay


seeds and leaves

on the floor

of survival


i am this tree

that bird

those spiny cones


the light

reminds me

of everything


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