Pot grown forest.diary

Couldn’t bring myself to complete on 

that deal the connection booked 

and water stained tenterhooks 

Stretching palmology with blended 

Machined pentangled stripes. 

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forest growing within trailing pot with 

scenes that flew south on the truth 

that no longer needed winter turning

as purple boot woke me up.

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The lamp post humming orange 

Ten stakes that begun to take away 

velvet guilt of the lose of childhood 

that Hide away behind a vanity 

Case of mirrored emotions. 

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as Best before German orange drink 

Once said I picked off my green leafs 

There’s no benefit in letting you drum on 

without rattle let’s believe for a second 

and oil our skins in beetroot.