I so longed to be a tree...
in a rain forest...
to grow orchids on my back...
and breathe gently under the moonlight...
Esse est percipi...
For my mind is a vacant lot...
where shadows race...
and ashes lovingly scatter themselves upon me...
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my mind... alhtough often seems vacant ..in fact it is so full by vacancies that demand their space to breathe
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