nature
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The Trap
The sky shedding the soft blue of a Sunday afternoon, burns sharp orange pathways across the horizon.
Hey Siri, Take a Screenshot
sunset clouds spread out like tiger stripes,
wired stereo earbuds that never fit right;
Fall
I was an angel once. Way back when.
The Fear
The earliest memory I have of The Fear was when I was 9 years old and watching The Sound of Music on TV.
Hate and admiration in the late-night hour / The spell / Spring / Plea
Oh, Internet
Magnificent subtracter of time
The Truce / The Stoning of the Clown
The air is fresh from the last rain.
Species Management
At some point, the deer stopped dying.
Excerpt from Poelitrics
UNIT 1: Nature
The organic realm which surrounds and composes us, we are all but one of the same blop of protein which first interacted way back when we can only imagine and speculate
Bad Dream Coma
A man thought he shot a deer. It was actually his brother.