A tree grows lonely in a room,
penetrating its floor.
The roots spread aiding the walls. Eyes start to cramp on the branches.
Forest recalls the raw nerves Rivers take a stroll through rusted hardy paths
Boiled moments etiolate in rustling of leaves…
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