

MetallicWalking through a metallic forestMetallic
bushes of barb wire, trees of stainless steel
Three copper crows sitting in a tree
singing with their hollow voices
"pip" "pip" "pip" like my alarm clock
The sterling silver ground feels ice cold against my feet
but my eyes are drawn to a bundle of mushrooms
all identical, must be the same model
They seem brand new to this forest
The gold daisies branch out in solitary
twenty-four carat and so fragile
I could easily tilt them to the ground
crooked for life, compelled to restraint
but no
 
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i appreciate it a lottt.
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After 12 years with my psychiatrist he said something that brought tears to my eyes... "No hablo ingles"
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