calm and beating.
the birds are singing
like theres a meeting.
Tweet-tweet-tweet
their all competing.
Leaving you to witness
their sharp tweeting.
Your skin is cracked
like time is bleeding
beneath the leaves,
where we're still meeting.
Your cherry-red
with leaves of dead.
Spattered with-
the marks have spread.
Filled with dried leaves
like inside my head.
Just make sure
your thoughts aren't dead.
Your chain goes forever on
instead.
While you hide, in the warmth
of nature's head.
(object Response)
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